Robert Burns

There was a bonie lass

There was a bonie lass, And a bonie, bonie lass, And she lo'ed her bonie laddie dear; Till War's loud alarms Tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi' mony a sigh and tear. Over sea, over shore, Where the cannons loudly roar; He still was a stranger to fear: And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail, But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.

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