Lyrics of Green sleeves

Green sleeves
(robert burns)
Green sleeves and tartan ties
Mark my true love where she lies;
I'll be at her or she rise,
My fiddle and i thegither,-
Be it by the chrystal burn,
Be it by the mill-white thorn,
I shall rouse her in the morn,
My fiddle and i thegither.-
Tune:green sleeves (280)
Filename( grnslvs2
Play.exe grnslvs
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