Robert Burns

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan
A lady fair.
Wha does the utmost that he read more

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan
A lady fair.
Wha does the utmost that he can
Will whyles do mair.

Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?

Facts are cheels that winna ding,
An' downs be disputed.

Facts are cheels that winna ding,
An' downs be disputed.

Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die.

Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die.

And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.

And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.