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416. SongLogan Braes
© Robert Burns
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willies bride,
And years sin syne hae oer us run,
Like Logan to the simmer sun:
298. Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries
© Robert Burns
For our sincere, tho haply weak endeavours,
With grateful pride we own your many favours;
And howsoeer our tongues may ill reveal it,
Believe our glowing bosoms truly feel it.
259. A New Psalm for the Chapel of Kilmarnock
© Robert Burns
O SING a new song to the Lord,
Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, even for the King
His restoration.
181. Reply to the Threat of a Censorious Critic
© Robert Burns
WITH Esops lion, Burns says: Sore I feel
Each others scorn, but damn that ass heel!
150. SongRattlin, Roarin Willie
© Robert Burns
AS 1 I cam by Crochallan,
I cannilie keekit ben;
Rattlin, roarin Willie
Was sittin at yon boord-en;
527. SongAddress to the Woodlark
© Robert Burns
O STAY, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
495. SongCanst thou leave me thus, my Katie
© Robert Burns
ChorusCanst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Well thou knowst my aching heart,
And canst thou leave me thus, for pity?
365. Lines on Fergusson, the Poet
© Robert Burns
ILL-FATED genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!
What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
To think Lifes sun did set eer well begun
To shed its influence on thy bright career.
448. SongYoung Jamie, pride of a the plain
© Robert Burns
YOUNG JAMIE, pride of a the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain,
Thro a our lasses he did rove,
And reignd resistless King of Love.
255. Verses to Miss Cruickshank
© Robert Burns
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay,
Blooming in thy early May,
Never mayst thou, lovely flower,
Chilly shrink in sleety shower!
223. SongThe Chevaliers Lament
© Robert Burns
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro the vale;
The primroses blow in the dews of the morning,
And wild scatterd cowslips bedeck the green dale:
385. SongAuld Rob Morris
© Robert Burns
THERES Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,
Hes the King o gude fellows, and wale o auld men;
He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine,
And ae bonie lass, his dautie and mine.
535. SongThe Braw Wooer
© Robert Burns
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,
And sair wi his love he did deave me;
I said, there was naething I hated like men
The deuce gae wim, to believe me, believe me;
The deuce gae wim to believe me.
122. The Lass o Ballochmyle
© Robert Burns
TWAS eventhe dewy fields were green,
On every blade the pearls hang;
The zephyr wantond round the bean,
And bore its fragrant sweets alang:
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry
© Robert Burns
WHEN Nature her great master-piece designd,
And framd her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,
She formd of various parts the various Man.
191. SongTheniel Menzies Bonie Mary
© Robert Burns
IN comin by the brig o Dye,
At Darlet we a blink did tarry;
As day was dawnin in the sky,
We drank a health to bonie Mary.
221. SongThe Bonie Lad thats Far Awa
© Robert Burns
O HOW can I be blythe and glad,
Or how can I gang brisk and braw,
When the bonie lad that I loe best
Is oer the hills and far awa!
380. SongSaw ye Bonie Lesley
© Robert Burns
O SAW ye bonie Lesley,
As she gaed oer the Border?
Shes gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
428. SongPhillis the Queen o the fair
© Robert Burns
ADOWN winding Nith I did wander,
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring;
Adown winding Nith I did wander,
Of Phillis to muse and to sing.
262. Delia: An Ode
© Robert Burns
FAIR the face of orient day,
Fair the tints of opning rose;
But fairer still my Delia dawns,
More lovely far her beauty shows.
