[
  {
    "title": "285. Song—I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen",
    "author": "Robert Burns",
    "lines": [
      "I GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen,",
      "  A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue;",
      "I gat my death frae twa sweet een,",
      "  Twa lovely een o’bonie blue.",
      "’Twas not her golden ringlets bright,",
      "  Her lips like roses wat wi’ dew,",
      "Her heaving bosom, lily-white—",
      "  It was her een sae bonie blue.",
      "",
      "",
      "She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wyl’d;",
      "  She charm’d my soul I wist na how;",
      "And aye the stound, the deadly wound,",
      "  Cam frae her een so bonie blue.",
      "But “spare to speak, and spare to speed;”",
      "  She’ll aiblins listen to my vow:",
      "Should she refuse, I’ll lay my dead",
      "  To her twa een sae bonie blue."
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  }
]