O May thy morn


O May thy morn was ne'er sae sweet, As the mirk night o' December; For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber: And dear was she, I dare na name, But I will ay remember. And dear was she, I dare na name, But I will ay remember. And here's to them, that, like oursel, Can push about the jorum; And here's to them that wish us weel, May a' that's gude watch o'er them: And here's to them, we dare na tell, The dearest o' the quorum. And here's to them, we dare na tell, The dearest o' the quorum.

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Stuart McQuarrie

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1791 and is read here by Stuart McQuarrie.

Themes for this song

seduction

Selected for 08 December

On the 6th of this month our poem portayed December as being charmless, chill and dismal. In today's selection the warming glow of wine and lovemaking with a woman who intriguingly and gallantly, cannot be named, is sufficient to make December more magnificent than May.

Donny O'Rourke

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