Robert burns

Green sleeves

Robert burns
Green sleeves and tartan ties
Mark my true love where she lies
I'll be at her or she rise,
My fiddle and I thegither,-
Be it by the chrystal burn,
Be it by the mill-white thorn,
I shall rouse her in the morn,
My fiddle and I thegither.-
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