My Girl She's Airy: A Fragment Poem by Robert Burns

My Girl She's Airy: A Fragment

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MY girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay;
Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May;
A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
She's always good natur'd, good humour'd, and free;
She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;
I never am happy when out of her sight.

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Ayrshire / Scotland
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