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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506707" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bush Aboon Traquair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear me, ye nymphs, and every swain, <br>I'll tell how Peggy grieves me; <br>Though thus I languish and complain, <br>Alas! she ne'er believes me. <br>My vows and sighs, like silent air, <br>Unheeded, never move her; <br>At the bonnie Bush aboon Traquair, <br>'Twas there I first did love her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That day she smiled and made me glad, <br>No maid seemed ever kinder; <br>I thought myself the luckiest lad, <br>So sweetly there to find her.<br>I tried to soothe my amorous flame, <br>In words that I thought tender; <br>If more there passed, I'm not to blame,<br>I meant not to offend her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet now she scornful flies the plain, <br>The fields we then frequented; <br>If e'er we meet she shows disdain, <br>She looks as ne'er acquainted. <br>The bonnie bush bloomed fair in May, <br>Its sweets I'll aye remember; <br>But now her frowns make it decay,<br>It fades as in December.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye rural powers, who hear my strains, <br>Why thus should Peggy grieve me? <br>Oh, make her partner in my pains, <br>Then let her smiles relieve me.<br>If not, my love will turn despair, <br>My passion no more tender,<br>I'll leave the Bush aboon Traquair, <br>To lonely wilds I'll wander.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</a><div class=q>
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I'll tell how Peggy grieves me; 
Though thus I languish and complain, 
Alas! she ne'er believes me. 
My vows and sighs, like silent air, 
Unheeded, never move her; 
At the bonnie Bush aboon Traquair, 
'Twas th..."></div>
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