Fragment Of Song—&Quot;My Jean!&Quot; Poem by Robert Burns

Fragment Of Song—&Quot;My Jean!&Quot;

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THO' cruel fate should bid us part,
Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart,
Should tenderly entwine.
Tho' mountains, rise, and deserts howl,
And oceans roar between;
Yet, dearer than my deathless soul,
I still would love my Jean.

Saturday, November 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: song
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Ayrshire / Scotland
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