But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door. Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek... The poems of Robert Burns. (Bell and Daldy's pocket vols.). - Seite 133 von Robert Burns - 1863 Vollansicht -
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