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Open The Door To Me, Oh

By |2018-11-12T18:28:13+00:00November 10th, 2018|1793, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Oh, open the door, some pity to shew, Oh, open the door to me, oh, Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true, Oh, open the door to me, oh. Cauldis the blast upon my pale cheek, Butcaulder thy love for me, oh: The frost that freezes the life at my heart, Is nought [...]

Phillis The Fair

By |2018-11-12T18:28:19+00:00November 10th, 2018|1793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

While larks, with little wing, Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing Spring, Forth I did fare: Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high; Such thy morn! did I cry, Phillis the fair. In each bird's careless song, Glad I did share; While yonwild-flowers among, Chance led me there! Sweet to the [...]

Poortith Cauld And Restless Love

By |2018-11-12T18:28:20+00:00November 10th, 2018|1793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

O poortith cauld, and restless love, Ye wrack my peace between ye; Yet poortitha' I could forgive, An'twere nafor my Jeanie. Chorus-O why should Fate sic pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining? Orwhy sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining? The warld's wealth, when I think on, It's pride and a'the laveo't; [...]

Logan Braes

By |2018-11-12T18:28:19+00:00November 10th, 2018|1793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sinsynehaeo'er us run, Like Logan to the simmersun: But now thy flowery banks appear Like drumlieWinter, dark and drear, While my dear lad maunface his faes, Far, far frae me and Logan braes. Again the merry month of May Has [...]