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/ page 15 of 41 /331. Epigram at Brownhill Inn
© Robert Burns
AT 1 Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer,
And plenty of bacon each day in the year;
Weve a thing thats nice, and mostly in season,
But why always Baconcome, tell me a reason?
367. SongWhen she cam ben she bobbed
© Robert Burns
O WHEN she cam ben she bobbed fu law,
O when she cam ben she bobbed fu law,
And when she cam ben, she kissd Cockpen,
And syne denied she did it at a.
449. SongThe Flowery banks of Cree
© Robert Burns
HERE is the glen, and here the bower
All underneath the birchen shade;
The village-bell has told the hour,
O what can stay my lovely maid?
523. SongThe Cooper o Cuddy
© Robert Burns
ChorusWell hide the Cooper behint the door,
Behint the door, behint the door,
Well hide the Cooper behint the door,
And cover him under a mawn, O.
124. Motto prefixed to the Authors first Publication
© Robert Burns
THE SIMPLE Bard, unbroke by rules of art,
He pours the wild effusions of the heart;
And if inspird tis Natures powrs inspire;
Hers all the melting thrill, and hers the kindling fire.
462. SongThe Bannocks o Bear Meal
© Robert Burns
ChorusBannocks o bear meal,
Bannocks o barley,
Heres to the Highlandmans
Bannocks o barley!
378. SongBessy and her Spinnin Wheel
© Robert Burns
O LEEZE me on my spinnin wheel,
And leeze me on my rock and reel;
Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien,
And haps me biel and warm at een;
246. SongRobin Shure in Hairst
© Robert Burns
HIS face with smile eternal drest,
Just like the Landlords to his Guests,
High as they hang with creaking din,
To index out the Country Inn.
160. Epigram at RoslinInn
© Robert Burns
MY blessings on ye, honest wife!
I neer was here before;
Yeve wealth o gear for spoon and knife
Heart could not wish for more.
453. Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell
© Robert Burns
SIC a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave,
That the worms evn dd him when laid in his grave;
In his flesh theres a famine, a starved reptile cries,
And his heart is rank poison! another replies.
436. SongDeluded swain, the pleasure
© Robert Burns
DELUDED swain, the pleasure
The fickle Fair can give thee,
Is but a fairy treasure,
Thy hopes will soon deceive thee:
402. SongMeg o the Mill (Another Version)
© Robert Burns
O KEN ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten,
An ken ye what Meg o the Mill has gotten?
A braw new naig wi the tail o a rottan,
And thats what Meg o the Mill has gotten.
312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo
© Robert Burns
LIFE neer exulted in so rich a prize,
As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;
Nor envious death so triumphd in a blow,
As that which laid th accomplishd Burnet low.
120. Epitaph for Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
© Robert Burns
THE POOR man weepshere Gavin sleeps,
Whom canting wretches blamd;
But with such as he, whereer he be,
May I be savd or dd!
456. Epitaph on Captain Lascelles
© Robert Burns
WHEN Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart,
Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart;
A bystander whispersPray dont make so much ot,
The subject is poison, no reptile will touch it.
429. SongCome let me take thee to my breast
© Robert Burns
COME, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we neer shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The worlds wealth and grandeur:
329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig
© Robert Burns
AS on the banks o wandering Nith,
Ae smiling simmer morn I strayd,
And traced its bonie howes and haughs,
Where linties sang and lammies playd,
515. SongO let me in this ae night
© Robert Burns
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet,
Or are ye waukin, I wad wit?
For Love has bound me hand an fit,
And I would fain be in, jo.
343. Address to the shade of Thomson
© Robert Burns
WHILE virgin Spring by Edens flood,
Unfolds her tender mantle green,
Or pranks the sod in frolic mood,
Or tunes Eolian strains between.
452. Epigram pinned to Mrs. Riddells carriage
© Robert Burns
IF you rattle along like your Mistress tongue,
Your speed will outrival the dart;
But a fly for your load, youll break down on the road,
If your stuff be as rottens her heart.