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496. SongMy Nanies awa
© Robert Burns
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays,
And listens the lambkins that bleat oer her braes;
While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw,
But to me its delightlessmy Nanies awa.
544. SongCrowdie ever mair
© Robert Burns
O THAT I had neer been married,
I wad never had nae care,
Now Ive gotten wife an weans,
An they cry Crowdie evermair.
127. Stanzas on Naething
© Robert Burns
TO you, sir, this summons Ive sent,
Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing;
But if you demand what I want,
I honestly answer younaething.
55. The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulyie
© Robert Burns
Then Shaws an Drymples eloquence,
MGills close nervous excellence
MQuhaes pathetic manly sense,
An guid MMath,
Wi Smith, wha thro the heart can glance,
May a pack aff.
466. Ode for General Washingtons Birthday
© Robert Burns
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell,
No lyre Æolian I awake;
Tis libertys bold note I swell,
Thy harp, Columbia, let me take!
118. A Bards Epitaph
© Robert Burns
Reader, attend! whether thy soul
Soars fancys flights beyond the pole,
Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
In low pursuit:
Know, prudent, cautious, self-control
Is wisdoms root.
158. SongThe Bonie Moor-hen
© Robert Burns
THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn,
Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,
Oer moors and oer mosses and mony a glen,
At length they discoverd a bonie moor-hen.
113. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
© Robert Burns
The Poet, some guid angel help him,
Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him!
He may do weel for a hes done yet,
But onlyhes no just begun yet.
29. SongThe Rigs o Barley
© Robert Burns
Corn rigs, an barley rigs,
An corn rigs are bonie:
Ill neer forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi Annie.
6. The Tarbolton Lasses
© Robert Burns
IF ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
Yell there see bonie Peggy;
She kens her father is a laird,
And she forsooths a leddy.
295. Epistle to Dr. Blacklock
© Robert Burns
My compliments to sister Beckie,
And eke the same to honest Lucky;
I wat she is a daintie chuckie,
As eer tread clay;
And gratefully, my gude auld cockie,
Im yours for aye.ROBERT BURNS.
465. SongIt was a for our rightfu King
© Robert Burns
IT was a for our rightfu King
We left fair Scotlands strand;
It was a for our rightfu King
We eer saw Irish land, my dear,
We eer saw Irish land.
313. Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots
© Robert Burns
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o daisies white
Out oer the grassy lea;
300. Scots Prologue for Mr. Sutherland
© Robert Burns
WHAT needs this din about the town o Lonon,
How this new play an that new sang is comin?
Why is outlandish stuff sae meikle courted?
Does nonsense mend, like brandy, when imported?
229. SongAnna, thy Charms
© Robert Burns
ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!
9. The Ploughmans Life
© Robert Burns
AS I was a-wandring ae morning in spring,
I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing;
And as he was singin, thir words he did say,
Theres nae life like the ploughmans in the month o sweet May.
147. Address to a Haggis
© Robert Burns
Ye Powrs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer
Gie her a haggis!
463. SongThe Highland Balou
© Robert Burns
HEE balou, my sweet wee Donald,
Picture o the great Clanronald;
Brawlie kens our wanton Chief
Wha gat my young Highland thief.
421. Epitaph on a Lap-dog
© Robert Burns
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng,
Your heavy loss deplore;
Now, half extinct your powers of song,
Sweet Echo is no more.
63. One Night as I did Wander
© Robert Burns
ONE night as I did wander,
When corn begins to shoot,
I sat me down to ponder
Upon an auld tree root;
