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Jamie, Come Try Me

2018-11-12T18:27:22+00:00Categories: 1789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Chorus.-Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me, If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me. If thou should ask my love, Could I deny thee? If thou would winmy love, Jamie, come try me! Jamie, come try me, &c. If thou should kiss me, love, Whacould espy thee? If thou wadbe my

John Anderson, My Jo

2018-11-12T18:27:22+00:00Categories: 1789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your boniebrow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; Butblessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a

My Eppie Adair

2018-11-12T18:27:23+00:00Categories: 1789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Chorus.-An' O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie, Whawadnabe happy wi'Eppie Adair? By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty, I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair! By love, and by beauty, by law, and byduty, I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair! And O my Eppie, &c. A'

My Heart’s In The Highlands

2018-11-12T18:27:31+00:00Categories: 1789, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the

Carle, An The King Come

2018-11-12T18:27:16+00:00Categories: 1789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Chorus.-Carle, an the King come, Carle, an the King come, Thou shalt dance and I will sing, Carle, an the King come. An somebody were come again, Then somebody mauncross the main, And every man shall haehis ain, Carle, an the King come. Carle, an the King come, &c. I trow we swappedfor the worse,

Delia, An Ode

2018-11-12T18:27:14+00:00Categories: 1789, Ode, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Fair the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose; Butfairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely far her beauty shows. Sweet the lark's wild warbled lay, Sweet the tinkling rill to hear; But, Delia, more delightful still, Steal thine accents on mine ear. The flower-enamour'd busy bee The rosy banquet loves to

Ode On The Departed Regency Bill

2018-11-12T18:27:15+00:00Categories: 1789, Ode, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Daughter of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of sepulture now duly paid) Spread abroad its hideous form On the roaring civil storm, Deafening dinand warring rage Factions wild with factions wage; Or under-ground, deep-sunk, profound, Among the demons of the earth, With groans

Election Ballad For Westerha’

2018-11-12T18:27:31+00:00Categories: 1789, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

The Laddies bythe banks o' Nith Wadtrust his Grace^1wi a', Jamie; But he'll sairthem, as he sair'd the King- Turn tail and rinawa', Jamie. Chorus.-Up and waur them a', Jamie, Up and waur them a'; The Johnstones haethe guidin o't, Ye turncoat Whigs, awa'! The day he stude his country's friend, Or giedher faes a

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