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The Lovely Lass O’ Inverness

By |2018-11-12T18:28:33+00:00November 10th, 2018|1794, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

The lovely lass o'Inverness, Naejoy nor pleasure can she see; For, e'ento morn she cries, alas! And aye the sauttear blin's her e'e. "Drumossie moor, Drumossie day- A waefu' day it was to me! For there I lost my father dear, My father dear, and brethren three. "Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are [...]

The Minstrel At Lincluden

By |2018-11-12T18:28:38+00:00November 10th, 2018|1794, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

As I stood by yonroofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howletmourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care. Chorus-A lassie all alone, was making her moan, Lamenting our lads beyond the sea: In the bluidywars they fa', and our honour's ganean'a', And broken-hearted we maundie. The [...]

On The Seas And Far Away

By |2018-11-12T18:28:37+00:00November 10th, 2018|1794, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

How can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's on the seas to meet the foe? Let me wander, let me rove, Still my heart is with my love; Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day, Are with him that's far away. Chorus.-On the seas [...]

Philly And Willy

By |2018-11-12T18:28:37+00:00November 10th, 2018|1794, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

He. O Philly, happy be that day, When roving thro' the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart was stownaway, And bythy charms, my Philly. She. O Willy, aye I bless the grove Where first I own'd my maiden love, Whilst thou did pledge the Powers above, To be my ain dear Willy. Both. For a' the [...]