Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795

By |2018-11-12T18:25:54+00:00November 12th, 2018|Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type|

"Fy, let us a'to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And O how the heroes will swear! And there will be Murray, Commander, And Gordon, the battle to win; Like brothers they'll stand by each other, Sae knit in alliance and kin. And there will be black-nebbitJohnie, [...]

Fragment Of Song

By |2018-11-12T18:26:39+00:00November 12th, 2018|1786, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

"The night was still, and o'er the hill The moon shone on the castle wa'; The mavissang, while dew-drops hang Around her on the castle wa'; Saemerrily they danced the ring Fraeeenin' tillthe cockdid craw; And aye the o'erwordo'the spring Was ""Irvine's bairns are boniea'."""

Fairest Maid On Devon Banks

By |2018-11-12T18:28:57+00:00November 10th, 2018|None, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

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 know'st I love thee dear, Couldst thou to malice lend anear! O did not Love exclaim: "Forbear, Nor use a faithful lover so." Fairest maid, &c. Then come, thou [...]

The Trogger.

By |2018-11-12T18:28:57+00:00November 10th, 2018|None, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Wha will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair? Chorus-Buy braw troggin frae the banks o' Dee; Whawants trogginlet him come to me. There's a noble Earl's fame and high renown, For an auldsang-it's thought the gudes were stown- Buy braw troggin, &c. Here's the worth o' Broughton [...]

Handsome Nell^1

By |2018-11-12T18:25:55+00:00November 10th, 2018|1771-1779, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Once I lov'd a bonie lass, Ay, and I love her still; And whilst that virtue warms my breast, I'll love my handsome Nell. As bonie lasses I haeseen, And mony full as braw; But, for a modest gracefu' mein, The like I never saw. A bonielass, I will confess, Is pleasant to the e'e; [...]

I Dream’d I Lay

By |2018-11-12T18:25:55+00:00November 10th, 2018|1771-1779, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam; List'ning to the wild birds singing, Bya falling crystal stream: Straight the sky grew black and daring; Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave; Tress with aged arms were warring, O'er the swelling drumliewave. Such was my life's deceitful morning, Such the pleasures [...]

Montgomerie’s Peggy

By |2018-11-12T18:25:55+00:00November 10th, 2018|1771-1779, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Altho' my bed were in yonmuir, Amangthe heather, in my plaidie; Yet happy, happy would I be, Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy. When o'er the hill beat surly storms, And winter nights were dark and rainy; I'd seek some dell, and in my arms I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy. Were I a baron proud [...]