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Tho' Cruel Fate
TUNE: She Rose And Let Me In

  

Burns Original

Standard English Translation

 

Tho' Cruel Fate

Tho' cruel fate should bid us part
Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart
Should tenderly entwine.
Tho' mountains rise, and deserts howl,
And oceans roar between,
Yet dearer than my deathless soul
I still would love my Jean.

 

 

Though Cruel Fate

Though cruel fate should bid us part
Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart
Should tenderly entwine.
Though mountains rise, and deserts howl,
And oceans roar between,
Yet dearer than my deathless soul
I still would love my Jean.

 

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