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Sweet Closes The Evening.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "Craigie-burn-wood." Chorus.         Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,             And O, to be lying beyond thee;         O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep             That's laid in the bed beyond thee! I.         Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-burn-wood,             And blithely awaukens the morrow;         But the pride of the spring in the Craigie-burn-wood             Can yield to me nothing but sorrow. II.         I see the spreading leaves and flowers,             I hear the wild birds singing;         But pleasure they hae nane for me,             While care my heart is wringing. III.         I canna tell, I maunna tell,             I darena for your anger;         But secret love will break my heart,             If I conceal it langer. IV.         I see thee gracefu', straight, and tall,             I see thee sweet and bonnie;         But oh! what will my torments be,             If thou refuse thy Johnnie! V.         To see thee in anither's arms,             In love to lie and languish,         'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,             My heart wad burst wi' anguish. VI.         But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,             Say, thou lo'es nane before me;         And a' my days o' life to come             I'll gratefully adore thee.                     Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,                         And O, to be lying beyond thee;                     O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep                         That's laid in the bed beyond thee!

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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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