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DOWN THE BURN, DAVIE.
But leave thee, leave thee, lad,
How shall I leave thee ?
Oh ! that thought makes me sad ;
I '11 never leave thee !
Where would my Adonis fly ?
Why does he grieve me ?
Alas ! my poor heart will die,
If I should leave thee.
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DOWN THE BURN, DAVD3.
This song by Crawford appeared with its air in the Orpheus
Caledonius. In the present and other modern reprints, an
improved version of the last verse, from the pen of Burns, is
adopted.
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