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Sae Far Awa.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "Dalkeith Maiden Bridge." I.         O, sad and heavy should I part,             But for her sake sae far awa;         Unknowing what my way may thwart,             My native land sae far awa.         Thou that of a' things Maker art,             That form'd this fair sae far awa,         Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er start             At this my way sae far awa. II.         How true is love to pure desert,             So love to her, sae far awa:         And nocht can heal my bosom's smart,             While, oh! she is sae far awa.         Nane other love, nane other dart,             I feel but hers, sae far awa;         But fairer never touch'd a heart             Than hers, the fair sae far awa.

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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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