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Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E’e

2018-11-12T18:28:54+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

'Twas naher bonieblue e'ewas my ruin, Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin'; 'Twas the dear smile when naebodydid mindus, 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness: 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stownglance o' kindness. Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me, Sairdo I fear that despair maunabide me, Buttho'

Wee Willie Gray

2018-11-12T18:28:55+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

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 upon the breir will be him trewsan'doublet, WeeWillie Gray, and his leather wallet, Twice a lily-flower will be him sarkand cravat; Feathers of a flee

The Dean Of Faculty

2018-11-12T18:28:55+00:00Categories: 1796, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For beauteous, hapless Mary: But Scot to Scot ne'er met so hot, Orwere more in fury seen, Sir, Than 'twixt Hal and Bob for the famous job, Who should be the Faculty's Dean, Sir. This Hal

A Lass Wi’ A Tocher

2018-11-12T18:28:56+00:00Categories: None, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' Beauty's alarms, The slender bitBeauty you grasp in your arms, O, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms, O, gieme the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms. Chorus-Then hey, for a lass wi' a tocher, Then hey, for a lass wi' a tocher; Then hey, for a lass wi'

On Chloris Being Ill

2018-11-12T18:28:51+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Chorus-Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Can I cease to care? Can I cease to languish, While my darling Fair Is on the couch of anguish? Long, long, &c. Ev'ry hope is fled, Ev'ry fear is terror, Slumber ev'n I dread, Ev'ry dream

The Braw Wooer

2018-11-12T18:28:51+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Last May, a brawwooer camdoun the langglen, And sairwi' his love he did deaveme; I said, there was naethingI hated like men- The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me; The deuce gae wi'm to believe me. He spako' the darts in my bonieblack e'en, And vow'd for my love he was diein, I

The Cooper O’ Cuddy

2018-11-12T18:28:51+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Chorus-We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, Behint the door, behint the door, We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, And cover him under a mawn, O. The Cooper o'Cuddy came here awa, He ca'd the girrs out o'er us a'; An'our gudewife has gotten a ca', That's anger'd the silly gudeman O. We'll hide

The Lass O’ Ecclefechan

2018-11-12T18:28:54+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gatye me wi'naething? Rockanreel, and spinning wheel, A micklequarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcherhas A heichhouse and a laich ane, A'forbye my boniesel, The tosso'Ecclefechan. O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haudyour tongue and jauner I held the gatetillyou I met, SyneI began to wander:

Their Groves O’Sweet Myrtle

2018-11-12T18:28:54+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Their groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o'green breckan, Wi' the burnstealing under the lang, yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yonhumble broom bowers Where the blue-bell and gowanlurk, lowly, unseen; For there, lightlytripping, among the wild flowers, A-list'ning

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