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Yon, yon, yon lassie


I never saw a silken gown, But I wad kiss the sleeve o't; I never saw a maidenhead That I wad spier the leave o't. O, yon, yon, yon, lassie, Yon, yon, yon; I never met a bonie lass But what wad play at yon. Tell nae me, o' Meg my wife, That crowdie has na savour: But gie to me a bonie lass An' let me steal the favour. O, yon, yon, yon, lassie, Yon, yon, yon; I never met a bonie lass But what wad play at yon. Gie me her I kis't yestreen, I vow but she was handsome, For ilka birss upon her cunt, Was worth a royal ransom. An' yon, yon, yon, lassie, Yon, yon, yon, I never saw a bonie lass But what wad do yon.

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Tam Dean Burn

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This is a poem by Robert Burns. It is read here by Tam Dean Burn.

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