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Lady Mary Ann.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "Craigtown's growing." I.         O, Lady Mary Ann             Looks o'er the castle wa',         She saw three bonnie boys             Playing at the ba';         The youngest he was             The flower amang them a'         My bonnie laddie's young,             But he's growin' yet. II.         O father! O father!             An' ye think it fit,         We'll send him a year             To the college yet:         We'll sew a green ribbon             Round about his hat,         And that will let them ken             He's to marry yet. III.         Lady Mary Ann             Was a flower i' the dew,         Sweet was its smell,             And bonnie was its hue;         And the langer it blossom'd             The sweeter it grew;         For the lily in the bud             Will be bonnier yet. IV.         Young Charlie Cochran             Was the sprout of an aik;         Bonnie and bloomin'             And straught was its make:         The sun took delight             To shine for its sake,         And it will be the brag             O' the forest yet. V.         The simmer is gane,             When the leaves they were green,         And the days are awa,             That we hae seen;         But far better days             I trust will come again,         For my bonnie laddie's young,             But he's growin' yet.

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Robert Burns

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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