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The Tailor.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a'." I.         The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a',         The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a';         The blankets were thin, and the sheets they were sma',         The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a'. II.         The sleepy bit lassie, she dreaded nae ill,         The sleepy bit lassie, she dreaded nae ill;         The weather was cauld, and the lassie lay still,         She thought that a tailor could do her nae ill. III.         Gie me the groat again, canny young man;         Gie me the groat again, canny young man;         The day it is short, and the night it is lang,         The dearest siller that ever I wan! IV.         There's somebody weary wi' lying her lane;         There's somebody weary wi' lying her lane;         There's some that are dowie, I trow would be fain         To see the bit tailor come skippin' again.

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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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