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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lass That Made the Bed to Me, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Januar' wind was blawing cauld, <br>As to the north I took my way, <br>The mirksome night did me enfauld, <br>I knew na whare to lodge till day: <br>By my gude luck a maid I met, <br>Just in the middle o' my care, <br>And Kindly she did me invite <br>To walk into a chamber fair. <br> <br>I bow'd fu' low unto this maid, <br>And thank'd her for her courtesie; <br>I bow'd fu' low unto this maid, <br>An bade her make a bed to me; <br>She made the bed baith large and wide, <br>Wi' twa white hands she spread it doun; <br>She put the cup to her rosy lips, <br>And drank - &quot;Young man, now sleep ye soun'.&quot; <br> <br>Chorus - The bonie lass made the bed to me, <br> The braw lass made the bed to me, <br> I'll ne'er forget till the day I die, <br> The lass that made the bed to me. <br> <br>She snatch'd the candle in her hand, <br>And frae my chamber went wi' speed; <br>But I call'd her quickly back again, <br>To lay some mair below my head: <br>A cod she laid below my head, <br>And served me with due respect, <br>And, to salute her wi' a kis, <br>I put my arms about her neck. <br> <br>Chorus: -... <br> <br>&quot;Haud aff your hands, young man! she said, <br>&quot;And dinna sae uncivil be; <br>Gif ye hae ony luve for me, <br>O wrang ma my virginitie.&quot; <br>Her hair was like the links o' gowd, <br>Her teeth were like the ivorie, <br>Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine, <br>The lass that made the bed to me. <br> <br>Chorus: -... <br> <br>Her bosom was the driven snaw, <br>Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see; <br>Her limbs the polish'd marble stane, <br>The lass that made the bed to me. <br>I kiss'd her o'er and o'er again, <br>And aye she wist na what to say: <br>I laid her 'tween me and the wa'; <br>The lassie thocht na lang till day. <br> <br>Chorus: -... <br> <br>Upon the morrow when we raise, <br>I thank'd her for her courtesie; <br>But aye she blush'd and aye she sigh'd, <br>And said, &quot;Alas, ye've ruin'd me.&quot; <br>I clasp'd her waist, and kiss'd her syne, <br>While the tear stood twinklin' in her e'e; <br>I said, &quot;My lassie, dinna cry, <br>For ye aye shall make the bed to me.&quot; <br> <br>Chorus: - ... <br> <br>She took her mither's holland sheets, <br>An' made them a' in sarks to me; <br>Blythe and merry may she be, <br>The lass that made the bed to me. <br> <br>Chorus: -...</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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As to the north I took my way, 
The mirksome night did me enfauld, 
I knew na whare to lodge till day: 
By my gude luck a maid I met, 
Just in the middle o' my care, 
And Kindly she did me invite 
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