HER FLOWING LOCKS

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It is not known when the following fragment of a song was written by Robert Burns but it is thought that he probably had a tune in mind to accompany it before eventually abandoning the project.

“Her flowing locks, the raven's wing, Adown her neck and bosom hing;

How sweet unto that breast to cling, And round that neck entwine her!

Her lips are roses wat wi' dew, O' what a feast her bonie mou'!

Her cheeks a mair celestial hue, A crimson still diviner.”

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