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There Was A Lass.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "Duncan Davison." I.         There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,             And she held o'er the moors to spin;         There was a lad that follow'd her,             They ca'd him Duncan Davison.         The moor was driegh, and Meg was skiegh,             Her favour Duncan could na win;         For wi' the roke she wad him knock.             And ay she shook the temper-pin. II.         As o'er the moor they lightly foor,             A burn was clear, a glen was green,         Upon the banks they eas'd-their shanks,             And ay she set the wheel between:         But Duncan swore a haly aith,             That Meg should be a bride the morn,         Then Meg took up her spinnin' graith,             And flang them a' out o'er the burn. III.         We'll big a house, a wee, wee house,             And we will live like king and queen,         Sae blythe and merry we will be             When ye set by the wheel at e'en.         A man may drink and no be drunk;             A man may fight and no be slain;         A man may kiss a bonnie lass,             And ay be welcome back again.

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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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