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/ page 24 of 41 /258. Epistle to James Tennant of Glenconner
© Robert Burns
Now fare ye weel, an joy be wi you:
For my sake, this I beg it o you,
Assist poor Simson a ye can,
Yell fin; him just an honest man;
Sae I conclude, and quat my chanter,
Yours, saint or sinner,ROB THE RANTER.
372. SongKellyburn Braes
© Robert Burns
THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi thyme;
And he had a wife was the plague of his days,
And the thyme it is witherd, and rue is in prime.
324. SongThe Charms of Lovely Davies
© Robert Burns
O HOW shall I, unskilfu, try
The poets occupation?
The tunefu powers, in happy hours,
That whisper inspiration;
556. Inscription to Jessie Lewars
© Robert Burns
All blameless joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind
These be thy guardian and reward;
So prays thy faithful friend, the Bard.DUMFRIES, June 26, 1769.
149. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch
© Robert Burns
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came;
The old cockd hat, the grey surtout the same;
His bristling beard just rising in its might,
Twas four long nights and days to shaving night:
488. SongThe Winter of Life
© Robert Burns
BUT lately seen in gladsome green,
The woods rejoicd the day,
Thro gentle showers, the laughing flowers
In double pride were gay:
503. inscription on Mr. Symes crystal goblet
© Robert Burns
THERES Death in the cup, so beware!
Nay, morethere is danger in touching;
But who can avoid the fell snare,
The man and his wines so bewitching!
346. SongSuch a parcel of Rogues in a Nation
© Robert Burns
FAREWEEL to a our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel evn to the Scottish name,
Sae famd in martial story.
518. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 1
© Robert Burns
WHOM will you send to London town,
To Parliament and a that?
Or wha in a the country round
The best deserves to fa that?
458. Epitaph on John Busby, Esq., Tinwald Downs
© Robert Burns
HERE lies John Bushbyhonest man,
Cheat him, Devilif you can!
182. The Libellers Self-reproof
© Robert Burns
RASH 1 mortal, and slanderous poet, thy name
Shall no longer appear in the records of Fame;
Dost not know that old Mansfield, who writes like the Bible,
Says, the more tis a truth, sir, the more tis a libel!
509. SongFragmentThere was a Bonie Lass
© Robert Burns
THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass,
And she loed her bonie laddie dear;
Till Wars loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms,
Wi mony a sigh and tear.
211. SongMy Hoggie
© Robert Burns
WHAT will I do gin my Hoggie die?
My joy, my pride, my Hoggie!
My only beast, I had nae mae,
And vow but I was vogie!
433. SongDown the Burn, Davie love
© Robert Burns
AS down the burn they took their way,
And thro the flowery dale;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And love was aye the tale:
383. SongMy Wifes a winsome wee thing
© Robert Burns
Chorus.She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a loesome wee thing,
This dear wee wife o mine.
278. On the late Captain Groses Peregrinations
© Robert Burns
Now, by the Powrs o verse and prose!
Thou art a dainty chield, O Grose!
Whaeer o thee shall ill suppose,
They sair misca thee;
Id take the rascal by the nose,
Wad say, Shame fa thee!
243. Elegy on the Year 1788
© Robert Burns
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn,
Een let them die-for that theyre born:
But oh! prodigious to reflec!
A Towmont, sirs, is gane to wreck!
111. Address to Beelzebub
© Robert Burns
LONG life, my Lord, an health be yours,
Unskaithed by hungerd Highland boors;
Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar,
Wi dirk, claymore, and rusty trigger,
432. SongBehold the hour, etc. (Second Version)
© Robert Burns
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
Severd from thee, can I survive,
But Fate has willd and we must part.
420. Lines of John MMurdo, Esq.
© Robert Burns
BLEST be MMurdo to his latest day!
No envious cloud oercast his evening ray;
No wrinkle, furrowd by the hand of care,
Nor ever sorrow add one silver hair!
O may no son the fathers honour stain,
Nor ever daughter give the mother pain!