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How Cruel Are The Parents.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "John Anderson, my jo." I.         How cruel are the parents             Who riches only prize,         And, to the wealthy booby,             Poor woman sacrifice!         Meanwhile the hapless daughter             Has but a choice of strife;         To shun a tyrant father's hate,             Become a wretched wife. II.         The ravening hawk pursuing,             The trembling dove thus flies,         To shun impelling ruin             Awhile her pinions tries:         Till of escape despairing,             No shelter or retreat,         She trusts the ruthless falconer,             And drops beneath his feet!

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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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