MS: Letter from Robert Burns to Jean McMurdo, contains 'A Ballad'

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MS: Letter from Robert Burns to Jean McMurdo, contains 'A Ballad'

A Ballad

There was a lass & she was fair,
At kirk & market to be seen,
When a' our fairest maids were met,
The fairest maid was bonie Jean. -

And ay she wrought her mother's wark.
And ay she sang sae merrilie
The blythest bird upon the bush
Had ne'er a lighter heart than she. -

But hawks will rob the tender joys
That bless the little lintwhite's nest,
And frost will blight the fairest flowers,
And love will break the soundest rest. -

Young Robie was the brawest lad,
The flower & pride of a' the glen
And he had owsen, sheep & kye,
And wanton naigies nine or ten. -

He gaed wi Jeany to the tryste,
He danc'd wi Jeanie on the down,
And

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