Robert Burns

The Northern Lass

written in 1786

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.

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