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The Rose Amang the Thorn
by Roy Gullane
This is a simple, modern love song written in the style of the tradition. Despite rumours and scurrilous mumblings to the contrary, Scots are still writing love songs. When you consider that we boast Robert Burns, one of the world’s greatest exponents of the art and an incurable romantic of the highest order, doesn’t it beggar belief that we have the reputation of being the least romantic race on earth?


Bonnie lass sae dear tae me, ower the hills ayont the water,
Nane sae blin' that cannae see, she is my ain my dearie o.

Gin I had but one last day, in her airms I'd rowe sae rarely,
By her side fain wid I lay, till a' lifes cares gaed easy o.

Nae sea sae braid, nae bunemaist ben, nor ilka thraw that pairts us sairly,
Nae nicht sae lang could e'er forfen' I lie my lane my dearie o.

Here's tae the lass sae braw sae trig, here's tae the kindness gied sae gladly,
She wha kissed me neath the brig, she is my ane my dearie o.

Oh the rose amang the thorn, she's ta'en a heart that widnae flee,
And steired it oot amang the staurn; the bonnie lassie lo'es me.




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