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83. The Cotters Saturday Night
© Robert Burns
MY lovd, my honourd, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friends esteem and praise:
10. The Ronalds of the Bennals
© Robert Burns
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,
And proper young lasses and a, man;
But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,
They carry the gree frae them a, man.
489. SongBehold, my love, how green the groves
© Robert Burns
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves,
The primrose banks how fair;
The balmy gales awake the flowers,
And wave thy flowing hair.
322. SongThe Bonie Wee Thing
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel it should tine.
260. Sketch in Verse, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox
© Robert Burns
But now for a Patron whose name and whose glory,
At once may illustrate and honour my story.
8. SongMontgomeries Peggy
© Robert Burns
ALTHO my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my plaidie;
Yet happy, happy would I be,
Had I my dear Montgomeries Peggy.
134. Fragment of SongThe Night was Still
© Robert Burns
THE NIGHT was still, and oer the hill
The moon shone on the castle wa;
The mavis sang, while dew-drops hang
Around her on the castle wa;
33. SongIndeed will I, quo Findlay
© Robert Burns
WHA is that at my bower-door?
O wha is it but Findlay!
Then gae your gate, yese nae be here:
Indeed maun I, quo Findlay;
479. Epigram on a Swearing Coxcomb
© Robert Burns
HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies,
A buck, a beau, or Dem my eyes!
Who in his life did little good,
And his last words were Dem my blood!
209. SongMPhersons Farewell
© Robert Burns
FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretchs destinie!
MPhersons time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.
67. Epistle to John Goldie, in Kilmarnock
© Robert Burns
Ive seen me dazed upon a time,
I scarce could wink or see a styme;
Just ae half-mutchkin does me prime,
Ought less is little
Then back I rattle on the rhyme,
As glegs a whittle.
554. SongA Health to ane I loe dear
© Robert Burns
ChorusHeres a health to ane I loe dear,
Heres a health to ane I loe dear;
Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,
And soft as their parting tearJessy.
264. SongOn a Bank of Flowers
© Robert Burns
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day,
For summer lightly drest,
The youthful, blooming Nelly lay,
With love and sleep opprest;
520. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 3
© Robert Burns
TWAS in the seventeen hunder year
O grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the waeest man
Of ony man alive.
334. SongFragmentDamon and Sylvia
© Robert Burns
YON wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances oer the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower, where mony a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
330. SongThe Gallant Weaver
© Robert Burns
WHERE Cart rins rowin to the sea,
By mony a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
He is a gallant Weaver.
308. The Epitaph on Captain Matthew Henderson
© Robert Burns
STOP, passenger! my storys brief,
And truth I shall relate, man;
I tell nae common tale o grief,
For Matthew was a great man.
291. SongThe Captive Ribband
© Robert Burns
DEAR Myra, the captive ribbands mine,
Twas all my faithful love could gain;
And would you ask me to resign
The sole reward that crowns my pain?
156. Verses inscribed under a Noble Earls Picture
© Robert Burns
WHOSE 1 is that noble, dauntless brow?
And whose that eye of fire?
And whose that generous princely mien,
Een rooted foes admire?
287. SongThe Battle of Sherramuir
© Robert Burns
O CAM ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,
Or did the battle see, man?
