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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

The Northern Lass

Though cruel Fate should bid us part,
Far as the Pole and Line,
Her dear idea round my heart
Should tenderly entwine:
 
Though mountains rise, and deserts howl,
And oceans roar between;
Yet dearer than my deathless soul
I still would love my Jean.

#Scots #XVIIICentury

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