Robert Burns
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|: O where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? :| I hae been wi' my sweetheart, mother, Make my bed soon; For I'm weary wi' the hunting, And fain wad lie down. |
2. |: What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son? :| I hae got deadly poison, mother, Make my bed soon; For life is a burden That soon I'll lay down.- |
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