Robert Burns (Ian Anderson) - Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E'e + Cauld Is The E'enin Blast

Lyrics Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E'e 'Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin, Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin'; 'Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us, 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness: 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness. Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me, Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me, But tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever, Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever: Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever. Chloris, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest, And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest! And thou'rt the angel that never can alter, Sooner the sun in his motion would falter: Sooner the sun in his motion would falter. Cauld Is The E'enin Blast Cauld is the e'enin blast O' Boreas o'er the pool, And dawin it is dreary, When birks are bare at Yule. O cauld blaws the e'enin blast When bitter bites the frost, And in the mirk and dreary drift The hills and glens are lost. Ne'er sae murky blew the night That drifted o'er the hill, But bonie Peg a Ramsey Gat grist to her mill.   / robertburnspoetry     / robertburnsp   #Robert #Burns #RobertBurns #Poet #Poetry #Ian #Anderson #Twas #Na #Her #Bonie #Blue #E'e #Cauld #Is #The #E'enin #Blast