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Название: Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

Автор: Robert Burns

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СКАЧАТЬ Thy mither's person, grace, an' merit,

       An' thy poor, worthless daddy's spirit,

       Without his failins,

       'Twill please me mair to see thee heir it,

       Than stockit mailens.

       For if thou be what I wad hae thee,

       And tak the counsel I shall gie thee,

       I'll never rue my trouble wi' thee,

       The cost nor shame o't,

       But be a loving father to thee,

       And brag the name o't.

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      [Footnote 1: Burns never published this poem.]

       O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles,

       Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel;

       Such witching books are baited hooks

       For rakish rooks, like Rob Mossgiel;

       Your fine Tom Jones and Grandisons,

       They make your youthful fancies reel;

       They heat your brains, and fire your veins,

       And then you're prey for Rob Mossgiel.

       Beware a tongue that's smoothly hung,

       A heart that warmly seems to feel;

       That feeling heart but acts a part—

       'Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel.

       The frank address, the soft caress,

       Are worse than poisoned darts of steel;

       The frank address, and politesse,

       Are all finesse in Rob Mossgiel.

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      Tune—“I had a horse, I had nae mair.”

      When first I came to Stewart Kyle,

       My mind it was na steady;

       Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade,

       A mistress still I had aye.

       But when I came roun' by Mauchline toun,

       Not dreadin anybody,

       My heart was caught, before I thought,

       And by a Mauchline lady.

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      Tune—“Black Jock.”

      My girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay;

       Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May;

       A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:

       She's always good natur'd, good humour'd, and free;

       She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;

       I never am happy when out of her sight.

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      In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles,

       The pride of the place and its neighbourhood a';

       Their carriage and dress, a stranger would guess,

       In Lon'on or Paris, they'd gotten it a'.

       Miss Miller is fine, Miss Markland's divine,

       Miss Smith she has wit, and Miss Betty is braw:

       There's beauty and fortune to get wi' Miss Morton,

       But Armour's the jewel for me o' them a'.

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      Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes;

       O Death, it's my opinion,

       Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin bitch

       Into thy dark dominion!

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      As father Adam first was fool'd,

       (A case that's still too common,)

       Here lies man a woman ruled,

       The devil ruled the woman.

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      O Death, had'st thou but spar'd his life,

       Whom we this day lament,

       We freely wad exchanged the wife,

       And a' been weel content.

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