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Her Daddie Forbad.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "Jumpin' John." I.         Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad;             Forbidden she wadna be:         She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd             Wad taste sae bitterlie.                     The lang lad they ca' jumpin' John                         Beguiled the bonnie lassie,                     The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John                         Beguiled the bonnie lassie. II.         A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf,             And thretty gude shillin's and three;         A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's dochter,             The lass wi' the bonnie black e'e.                     The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John                         Beguiled the bonnie lassie,                     The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John                         Beguiled the bonnie lassie.

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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