Chapter 979 of 1414 · 46 words · ~1 min read

V.

Fair and lovely as thou art, Thou hast stown my very heart; I can die--but canna part-- My bonnie dearie! Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them whare the heather growes; Ca' them where the burnie rowes-- My bonnie dearie!

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