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Here Is The Glen.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "Banks of Cree." I.         Here is the glen, and here the bower,             All underneath the birchen shade;         The village-bell has told the hour -             O what can stay my lovely maid? II.         'Tis not Maria's whispering call;             'Tis but the balmy-breathing gale,         Mix'd with some warbler's dying fall,             The dewy star of eve to hail. III.         It is Maria's voice I hear!             So calls the woodlark in the grove,         His little, faithful mate to cheer,             At once 'tis music - and 'tis love. IV.         And art thou come? and art thou true?             O welcome, dear to love and me!         And let us all our vows renew             Along the flow'ry banks of Cree.

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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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