with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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Lanely night comes on,
A^ the house are sleepingj
I think on the bonie lad
That has my heart a keeping.
When I sleep I dream,
When I wauk Fm eirie;
Sleep I canna get,
For thinkin' o' my dearie,
Lanely night comes on,
A' the house are sleeping,
I think on my bonie lad,
An I bleer my een wi' greetin
Ay wauken, O, wauken ay and wearie!
Sleep I canna get, for thinkin o' my dearie.
STANZA OF AN OLD SONG,
Tune
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Bonnie Dundee.
Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood,
YeVe like to the bark o' yon rotten tree
Ye slip frae me like a knotless thread,
An' yell crack your credit wi' mae than mca
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