Songs by Robert Burns

Bob Hay & the Jolly Beggars song book
Rob Mossgiel

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O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles,
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Ye're safer at your spinning wheel;
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Such witching books, are baited hooks
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For rakish rooks like Rob Mossgiel.
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Your fine Tom Jones and Grandisons
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They make your youthful fancies reel;
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They heat your brains, and fire your veins,
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And then you're prey for Rob Mossgiel.

Beware a tongue that 's smoothly hung;
A heart that warmly seems to feel;
That feelin heart but acks a part,
'Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel.
The frank address, the soft caress,
Are worse than poisoned darts of steel,
The frank address, and politesse,
Are all finesse in Rob Mossgiel.