The Lass that Made the Bed to Me

The Lass that Made the Bed to Me by Robert Burns

A young man gaun north on a cauld Januar' nicht finds lodgin' wi' a lass wha makes his bed. She bids him haud aff his hands, but he tells o' kissin' her an' layin' her beside him; neist mornin' she sighs wi' a tear in her e'e an' says he has ruined her. He says she'll aye mak his bed, an' she maks sarks for him frae her mither's sheets.

By Robert Burns · Genre: Ballad, Erotic literature · 719 words

First lines

When Januar' wind was blawing cauld, / As to the north I took my way, / The mirksome night did me enfauld, / I knew na where to lodge till day:

By my gude luck a maid I met, / Just in the middle o' my care, / And kindly she did me invite / To walk into a chamber fair.

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lodgin' · bodily desire · virginitie · tears · ballad

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