
Robert Burns, 1794
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Behold, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave thy flowing hair.
2. The lav'rock shuns the palace gay,
3. Let minstrels sweep the skilfu' string, |
4. The Princely revel may survey Our rustic dance wi' scorn; But are their hearts as light as ours, Beneath the milk-white thorn!
5. The shepherd, in the flowery glen;
6. These wild-wood flowers I've pu'd, to deck |

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