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72. Song—Young Peggy Blooms

© Robert Burns

YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass,
Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,
With early gems adorning.

552. Complimentary versicles to Jessie Lewars

© Robert Burns

JESSIE’S ILLNESSSay, sages, what’s the charm on earth
Can turn Death’s dart aside!
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessie had not died.

549. Epistle to Colonel de Peyster

© Robert Burns

But lest you think I am uncivil
To plague you with this draunting drivel,
Abjuring a’ intentions evil,
I quat my pen,
The Lord preserve us frae the devil!
Amen! Amen!

212. Song—Raving Winds Around her Blowing

© Robert Burns

RAVING winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,
By a river hoarsely roaring,
Isabella stray’d deploring—

187. Epigram on Parting with a kind Host in the Highlands

© Robert Burns

WHEN Death’s dark stream I ferry o’er,
(A time that surely shall come,)
In Heav’n itself I’ll ask no more,
Than just a Highland welcome.

366. Song—The weary Pund o’ Tow

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—The weary pund, the weary pund,
The weary pund o’ tow;
I think my wife will end her life,
Before she spin her tow.

289. Song—Awa’, Whigs, Awa’

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Awa’ Whigs, awa’!
Awa’ Whigs, awa’!
Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns,
Ye’ll do nae gude at a’.

339. Song—O for ane an’ twenty, Tam

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—An’ O for ane an’ twenty, Tam!
And hey, sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam!
I’ll learn my kin a rattlin’ sang,
An’ I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam.

71. Second Epistle to Davie

© Robert Burns

Haud to the Muse, my daintie Davie:
The warl’ may play you mony a shavie;
But for the Muse, she’ll never leave ye,
Tho’ e’er sae puir,
Na, even tho’ limpin wi’ the spavie
Frae door tae door.

553. Song—O lay thy loof in mine, lass

© Robert Burns

Chorus—O lay thy loof in mine, lass,
In mine, lass, in mine, lass;
And swear on thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.

384. Song—Highland Mary

© Robert Burns

YE banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o’ Montgomery!
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie:

317. Song—The Banks o’ Doon (Second Version)

© Robert Burns

YE flowery banks o’ bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu’ o care!

500. Song—Craigieburn Wood (Second Version)

© Robert Burns

SWEET fa’s the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakes the morrow;
But a’ the pride o’ Spring’s return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.

318. Song—The Banks o’ Doon (Third Version)

© Robert Burns

YE banks and braes o’ bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care!

285. Song—I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen

© Robert Burns

I GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een o’bonie blue.

194. Song—Blythe was She

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.

550. Song—A Lass wi’ a Tocher

© Robert Burns

AWA’ wi’ your witchcraft o’ Beauty’s alarms,
The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms,
O, gie me the lass that has acres o’ charms,
O, gie me the lass wi’ the weel-stockit farms.

555. Song—O wert thou in the cauld blast

© Robert Burns

O WERT thou in the cauld blast,
On yonder lea, on yonder lea,
My plaidie to the angry airt,
I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee;

506. Epigram on Mr. James Gracie

© Robert Burns

GRACIE, thou art a man of worth,
O be thou Dean for ever!
May he be d—d to hell henceforth,
Who fauts thy weight or measure!

464. The Highland Widow’s Lament

© Robert Burns

OH I am come to the low Countrie,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Without a penny in my purse,
To buy a meal to me.

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