Poems and Songs of Robert Burnsby Robert Burns

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Tho' Cruel Fate Should Bid Us Part

One Night As I Did Wander

Tune—"John Anderson, my jo."

     One night as I did wander,
     When corn begins to shoot,
     I sat me down to ponder
     Upon an auld tree root;
     Auld Ayr ran by before me,
     And bicker'd to the seas;
     A cushat crooded o'er me,
     That echoed through the braes
     . . . . . . .

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Tho' Cruel Fate Should Bid Us Part