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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bonie Jean: A Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To its ain tune.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a lass, and she was fair,<br>At kirk or market to be seen;<br>When a’ our fairest maids were met,<br>The fairest maid was bonie Jean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And aye she wrought her mammie’s wark,<br>And aye she sang sae merrilie;<br>The blythest bird upon the bush<br>Had ne’er a lighter heart than she.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hawks will rob the tender joys<br>That bless the little lintwhite’s nest;<br>And frost will blight the fairest flowers,<br>And love will break the soundest rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Robie was the brawest lad,<br>The flower and pride of a’ the glen;<br>And he had owsen, sheep, and kye,<br>And wanton naigies nine or ten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gaed wi’ Jeanie to the tryste,<br>He danc’d wi’ Jeanie on the down;<br>And, lang ere witless Jeanie wist,<br>Her heart was tint, her peace was stown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As in the bosom of the stream,<br>The moon-beam dwells at dewy e’en;<br>So trembling, pure, was tender love<br>Within the breast of bonie Jean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now she works her mammie’s wark,<br>And aye she sighs wi’ care and pain;<br>Yet wist na what her ail might be,<br>Or what wad make her weel again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But did na Jeanie’s heart loup light,<br>And didna joy blink in her e’e,<br>As Robie tauld a tale o’ love<br>Ae e’ening on the lily lea?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun was sinking in the west,<br>The birds sang sweet in ilka grove;<br>His cheek to hers he fondly laid,<br>And whisper’d thus his tale o’ love:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O Jeanie fair, I lo’e thee dear;<br>O canst thou think to fancy me,<br>Or wilt thou leave thy mammie’s cot,<br>And learn to tent the farms wi’ me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge,<br>Or naething else to trouble thee;<br>But stray amang the heather-bells,<br>And tent the waving corn wi’ me.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now what could artless Jeanie do?<br>She had nae will to say him na:<br>At length she blush’d a sweet consent,<br>And love was aye between them twa.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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