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35293	nan	A Day with the Poet Burns			.txt	text/plain	4985	517	95	As fair thou art, my bonnie lass, And I will love thee still, my dear, A DAY WITH THE POET BURNS cloudy winter's day, and hear the stormy wind howling among the trees, The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Thou'st met me in an evil hour; Thou'st met me in an evil hour; Thou lifts thy unassuming head Again thou usher'st in the day See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? To live one day of parting love! Robert Burns--his poems come swiftly and spontaneously to him, as Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears As fair art thou, my bonie lass, The hour approaches Tam maun ride-Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest! Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest! But when will he dance like Tam Glen! But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen! upon Burns's heart: and as he turns to rest, and sees the peaceful	./cache/35293.txt	./txt/35293.txt