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There'll Never Be Peace.

By Robert Burns

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Tune - "There art few gude fellows when Willie's awa." I.         By yon castle wa', at the close of the day,         I heard a man sing, though his head it was gray;         And as he was singing the tears down came,         There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.         The church is in ruins, the state is in jars;         Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars:         We darena weel say't, though we ken wha's to blame,         There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame! II.         My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword,         And now I greet round their green beds in the yerd.         It brak the sweet heart of my faithfu' auld dame,         There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.         Now life is a burthen that bows me down,         Since I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown;         But till my last moments my words are the same,         There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!

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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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