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O Wat Ye Wha’s In Yon Town

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

Chorus-O wat ye wha'sin yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon, The dearest maid's in yon town, That e'ening sun is shining on. Now haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders byyon spreading tree; How blest ye flowers that round her blaw, Ye catch the glances o' her e'e! O wat ye wha's,

I’ll Aye Ca’ In By Yon Town

2018-11-12T18:28:50+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Chorus-I'll aye ca' in by yon town, And by yon garden-green again; I'll aye ca' in by yontown, And see my bonieJean again. There's nane sall ken, there's nanecan guess What brings me back the gateagain, Butshe, my fairest faithfu' lass, And stownlinswe sallmeet again. I'll aye ca' in, &c. She'll wander bythe aikentree, When

Inscription

2018-11-12T18:28:42+00:00Categories: 1795, Inscription, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

'Tis Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, Must bidthe world adieu, (A world 'gainst Peace in constant arms) To join the Friendly Few. Since, thy gay morn of life o'ercast, Chill came the tempest's

Jockey’s Taen The Parting Kiss

2018-11-12T18:28:50+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Jockey's taenthe parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a'my bliss, Nought butgriefs with me remain, Spare my Love, ye winds that blaw, Plashy sleets and beating rain! Spare my Love, thou feath'ry snaw, Drifting o'er the frozen plain! When the shades of evening creep O'er the day's fair, gladsome

Mally’s Meek, Mally’s Sweet

2018-11-12T18:28:44+00:00Categories: 1795, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Chorus-Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet; Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. As I was walking up the street, A barefitmaid I chanc'd to meet; ButO the road was very hard For that fair maiden's tender feet. Mally's meek, &c. It were mairmeet that those fine feet Were weellaced up in

Mark Yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion

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

Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all that princely pride. Markyonder, &c. (four lines repeated). What are the showy treasures, What are the noisy pleasures? The gay, gaudy glare of vanity and art: The polish'd jewels' blaze May draw the wond'ring gaze;

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