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Radio Scotland,1 min
On Chloris requesting me to give her a spray of a sloe-thorn in full blossom
The works of Robert BurnsAvailable for over a year
From the white-blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: No, by Heavens! I replied, let me perish for ever, Ere I plant in that bosom a thorn!
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