Robert Burns (17591796). Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| 64. Fragment of SongMy Jean! |
| | | | | TuneThe Northern Lass. |
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| THO cruel fate should bid us part, | |
| Far as the pole and line, | |
| Her dear idea round my heart, | |
| Should tenderly entwine. | |
| Tho mountains, rise, and deserts howl, | 5 |
| And oceans roar between; | |
| Yet, dearer than my deathless soul, | |
I still would love my Jean.
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