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Fragment—her Flwoing Locks
HER flowing locks, the raven's wing,Adown her neck and bosom hing;How sweet unto that breast to cling,And round that neck entwine her!Her lips are..
© Robert Burns
Song—charlie, He's My Darling
'TWAS on a Monday morning,Right early in the year,That Charlie came to our town,The young Chevalier.Chorus.—An' Charlie, he's my darling,My darling..
© Robert Burns
Song—lady Mary Ann
O LADY Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa',She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba',The youngest he was the flower amang them a',My bonie laddie's..
© Robert Burns
Epigram On Rough Roads
I'M now arrived—thanks to the gods!—Thro' pathways rough and muddy,A certain sign that makin roadsIs no this people's study:Altho' Im not wi'..
© Robert Burns
Song—fragment—johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver
WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,Hey, brave..
© Robert Burns
The Wounded Hare
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art,And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel..
© Robert Burns
You'Re Welcome, Willie Stewart
Chorus.—You're welcome, Willie Stewart,You're welcome, Willie Stewart,There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,That's half sae welcome's thou..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Captive Ribband
DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine,'Twas all my faithful love could gain;And would you ask me to resignThe sole reward that crowns my pain?Go, bid..
© Robert Burns
Song—wandering Willie (Revised Version)
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the..
© Robert Burns
Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell
YOUR News and Review, sir.I've read through and through, sir,With little admiring or blaming;The Papers are barrenOf home-news or foreign,No murders..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Young Highland Rover
LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,The snaws the mountains cover;Like winter on me seizes,Since my young Highland roverFar wanders nations over.Where'er he..
© Robert Burns
Song—fairest Maid On Devon's Banks
Chorus—Fairest maid on Devon banks,Crystal Devon, winding Devon,Wilt thou lay that frown aside,And smile as thou wert wont to do?FULL well thou..
© Robert Burns
Song—i Hae A Wife O' My Ain
I HAE a wife of my ain,I'll partake wi' naebody;I'll take Cuckold frae nane,I'll gie Cuckold to naebody.I hae a penny to spend,There—thanks to..
© Robert Burns
Song—behold, My Love, How Green The Groves
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves,The primrose banks how fair;The balmy gales awake the flowers,And wave thy flowing hair.The lav'rock shuns the..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Bonie Wee Thing
Chorus.—Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,I wad wear thee in my bosom,Lest my jewel it should tine.WISHFULLY I look..
© Robert Burns
Sketch In Verse, Inscribed To The Right Hon. C. J. Fox
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite,How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white,How Genius, th' illustrious father of..
© Robert Burns
Song—m'Pherson's Farewell
FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong,The wretch's destinie!M'Pherson's time will not be longOn yonder gallows-tree.Chorus.—Sae rantingly, sae..
© Robert Burns
Song—my Collier Laddie
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass?And tell me what they ca' ye;My name, she says, is mistress Jean,And I follow the Collier laddie.My name, she says..
© Robert Burns
Verses Written With A Pencil At The Inn At Kenmore
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,These northern scenes with weary feet I trace;O'er many a winding dale and painful steep,Th' abodes of covey'd..
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The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie
O A' ye pious godly flocks,Weel fed on pastures orthodox,Wha now will keep you frae the fox,Or worrying tykes?Or wha will tent the waifs an'..
© Robert Burns
Ode For General Washington's Birthday
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell,No lyre Æolian I awake;'Tis liberty's bold note I swell,Thy harp, Columbia, let me take!See gathering thousands..
© Robert Burns
Song—the Bonie Moor-Hen
THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn,Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,O'er moors and o'er mosses and mony a glen,At length they..
© Robert Burns
Song—of A' The Airts The Wind Can Blaw
OF 1 a' the airts the wind can blaw,I dearly like the west,For there the bonie lassie lives,The lassie I lo'e best:There's wild-woods grow, and..
© Robert Burns
Complimentary Epigram To Mrs. Riddell
"PRAISE Woman still," his lordship roars,"Deserv'd or not, no matter?"But thee, whom all my soul adores,Ev'n Flattery cannot flatter:Maria, all my..
© Robert Burns
Song—had I A Cave
HAD I a cave on some wild distant shore,Where the winds howl to the wave's dashing roar:There would I weep my woes,There seek my lost repose,Till..
© Robert Burns