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To Mary In Heaven
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,That lov'st to greet the early morn,Again thou usherast in the dayMy Mary from my soul was torn.O Mary, dear..
©  Robert Burns
It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King
It was a' for our rightfu' kingThat we left fair Scotland's strand;It was a' for our rightfu' kingWe e'er saw Irish land, my dear,We e'er saw Irish..
©  Robert Burns
Bonie Lesley
O saw ye bonie LesleyAs she gaed o'er the Border?She 's gane, like Alexander,To spread her conquests farther.To see her is to love her,And love but..
©  Robert Burns
The Birks Of Aberfeldy
Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes,And o'er the crystal streamlet plays,Come, let us spend the lightsome daysIn the birks of Aberfeldie!Bonnie..
©  Robert Burns
Ronalds Of The Bennals, The
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,And proper young lasses and a', man;But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,They carry the..
©  Robert Burns
The Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie
The Author's Only Pet YoweAn Unco Mournfu' TaleAs Mailie, an' her lambs thegither,Was ae day nibbling on the tether,Upon her cloot she coost a..
©  Robert Burns
The Ploughman's Life
As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring,I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing;And as he was singin', thir words he did say, -There's nae..
©  Robert Burns
Sketch—new Year's Day, 1790
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain;To run the twelvemonth's length again:I see, the old bald-pated fellow,With ardent eyes, complexion..
©  Robert Burns
148. To Miss Logan, With Beattie's Poems
AGAIN the silent wheels of timeTheir annual round have driven,And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime,Are so much nearer Heaven.No gifts have I from..
©  Robert Burns
The Banks O' Doon
YE flowery banks o' bonnie Doon,   How can ye blume sae fair!How can ye chant, ye little birds,   And I sae fu' o' care!Thou'll break my heart, thou..
©  Robert Burns
Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish
O Thou Great Being! what Thou art,Surpasses me to know;Yet sure I am, that known to TheeAre all Thy works below.Thy creature here before Thee..
©  Robert Burns
Poor Mailie's Elegy
Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,Wi' saut tears tricklin down your nose;Our bardie's fate is at a close,Past a' remead!The last, sad cape-stane o'..
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Song—the Winter It Is Past
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at lastAnd the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree;Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,Since my..
©  Robert Burns
Wee Willie Gray
Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket;The rose upon the breir will be him trews an’ doublet,The rose..
©  Robert Burns
Airlin's Fine Braes
O I've walked o'er yon countries baith early and lateAmong Airlin's braw lasses I've had mony a lang seat.Comin' hame in the mornins, fin I should..
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The Lover’s Morning Salute To His Mistress
Sleep'st thou, or wak’st thou, fairest creature?Rosy morn now lifts his eye,Numbering ilka bud which NatureWaters wi’ the tears o’ joy.Now, to the..
©  Robert Burns
M'Pherson's Rant
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
The Holy Fair
Upon a simmer Sunday morn,When Nature's face is fair,I walked forth to view the cornAn' snuff the caller air.The risin' sun owre Galston muirsWi'..
©  Robert Burns
To Miss Jessie Lewars
The sun lies clasped in amber cloudHalf hidden in the sea,And o'er the sands the flowing tideComes racing merrilee.The hawthorn hedge is white with..
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My Love, She's But A Lassie Yet
My love, she's but a lassie yet,My love, she's but a lassie yet!We'll let her stand a year or twa,She'll no be half sae saucy yet!I rue the day I..
©  Robert Burns
My Spouse Nancy
'Husband, husband, cease your strife,Nor longer idly rave, Sir;Tho' I am your wedded wifeYet I am not your slave, Sir.''One of two must still..
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The Slave’s Lament
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrallFor the lands of Virginia-ginia O;Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more,And..
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Ye Jacobites By Name
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear!Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear,Ye Jacobites by name,Your fautes I will proclaim,Your doctrines I..
©  Robert Burns
Here's A Bottle
There's nane that's blest of human kindBut the cheerful and the gay, man.Here's a bottle and an honest friend!What wad ye wish for mair, man?Wha..
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The Tarbolton Lasses
If ye gae up to yon hill-tap,Ye'll there see bonie Peggy;She kens her father is a laird,And she forsooth's a leddy.There Sophy tight, a lassie..
©  Robert Burns