Address To The Woodlark

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Title:     Address To The Woodlark
Author: Robert Burns [More Titles by Burns]

Address To The Woodlark

[Tune-"Loch Erroch Side."]


O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
Again, again that tender part,
That I may catch thy melting art;
For surely that wad touch her heart
Wha kills me wi' disdaining.
Say, was thy little mate unkind,
And heard thee as the careless wind?
Oh, nocht but love and sorrow join'd,
Sic notes o' woe could wauken!
Thou tells o' never-ending care;
O'speechless grief, and dark despair:
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!
Or my poor heart is broken.

-THE END-
Robert Burns' poem: Address To The Woodlark

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