Robert Burns

Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray,
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Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray,
Was light from Heaven.

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.

Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.

Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.