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A Health To Ane I Loe Dear

2018-11-12T18:28:55+00:00Categories: None, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Chorus-Here's a health to ane I loe dear, Here's a health to aneI loe dear; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear-Jessy. Altho' thou maunnever be mine, Altho' even hope is denied; 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing, Than oughtin the world beside-Jessy. Here's a health, &c.

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

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'

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:

The Wren’s Nest

2018-11-12T18:28:49+00:00Categories: 1795, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

The Robin to the Wren's nest Cam keekin' in, camkeekin' in; O weel's me on your auld pow, Wad ye be in, wadye be in? Thou's ne'er getleave to lie without, And I within, and I within, Saelang's I haeanauldclout To rowe ye in, to rowe ye in.

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