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 thro' the braes.
A Fragment.
Robert Burns
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Poem topics: night, tree, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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