Robert Burns

Chloris requesting me to give her spray of a sloe

written in 1794

From the white-blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: No, by Heavens! I replied, let me perish for ever, Ere I plant in that bosom a thorn!

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