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CAULD MORNING
(Robert Burns)
past ane o'clock in a cauld frosty morning,
When cankert November over the plain,
I heard the kirk-bell repeat the warning,
As, restless, I sought for sweet in vain:
Then up I arose, the silver moon bright;
Mountains and valleys all hoary white;
I would go, amid the pale, s'ient night,
And the Fair One, the cause of my pain.-
Sae gently I staw to my lovely chamber,
And at her window, low down on my knee;
Begging she would awauk from sweet slum'ber,
Awauk from slumber and pity me:
For, that a stranger to a' pleasure, and rest,
Love into ha fired my tortur'd breast;
And that I should be of the maist unblest,
Unless she pity my sad miserie!
My Truic-love and whispered to me,
(The moon in, an envy'd my Love's charms;)
'An Maiden, ah, would you undo me!'
I no reply, but leapt into her arms:
Bright Phebus peep'd over the hills and me there;
As he has done, now, lang years and mair:
A faithfuller, constanter, kinder, more Pair,
His beam nor enlightens nor warms.
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