Robert Burns

Green Sleeves

written in 1789

Green sleeves and tartan ties Mark my truelove where she lies; I'll be at her or she rise, My fiddle and I thegither. Be it by the chrystal burn, Be it by the mill-white thorn, I shall rouse her in the morn, My fiddle and I thegither.

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