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'

And lang ere witless Jeanie wist,
Her heart was tint, her peace was stown. -

As in the bosom o' the stream
The moon-beam dwells at dewy e'en
So, trembling, pure, was faithful love,
Within the breast o' bonie Jean. -

And now she works her mother's wark,
And now she sighs wi' care & pain.
Yet wist na what her ail might be,
Or what would make her weel, again. -

But did na Jeanie's heart lowp light
And didna joy blink in her e'e
As Robie tauld a take o' love,
Ae e'ening on the lily lea -

The sun was sinking in the west,
The birds sang sweet in ilka grove,
His cheek to hers he fondly laid,
And whisper'd thus his take of love. -

"O Jeanie fair I love thee dear
O canst thou think to fancy me:
Or

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