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155. Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House
© Robert Burns
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date,
When I was bardless, young, and blate,
An first could thresh the barn,
Or haud a yokin at the pleugh;
116. On a Scotch Bard, gone to the West Indies
© Robert Burns
Farewell, my rhyme-composing billie!
Your native soil was right ill-willie;
But may ye flourish like a lily,
Now bonilie!
Ill toast you in my hindmost gillie,
Tho owre the sea!
435. SongWhere are the Joys I have met
© Robert Burns
WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
That dancd to the larks early song?
Where is the peace that awaited my wandring,
At evening the wild-woods among?
137. SongFarewell to the Banks of Ayr
© Robert Burns
THE GLOOMY night is gathring fast,
Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast,
Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,
I see it driving oer the plain;
84. Address to the Deil
© Robert Burns
But fare-you-weel, auld Nickie-ben!
O wad ye tak a thought an men!
Ye aiblins might-I dinna ken
Stil hae a stake
Im wae to think up yon den,
Evn for your sake!
215. SongHey, the Dusty Miller
© Robert Burns
HEY, the dusty Miller,
And his dusty coat,
He will win a shilling,
Or he spend a groat:
244. The Henpecked Husband
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Robin shure in hairst,
I shure wi him.
Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.
27. The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie
© Robert Burns
O thou, whase lamentable face
Appears to mourn my woefu case!
My dying words attentive hear,
An bear them to my Master dear.
267. SongJamie, Come Try Me
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Jamie, come try me,
Jamie, come try me,
If thou would win my love,
Jamie, come try me.
28. Poor Mailies Elegy
© Robert Burns
O, a ye bards on bonie Doon!
An wha on Ayr your chanters tune!
Come, join the melancholious croon
O Robins reed!
His heart will never get aboon
His Mailies dead!
511. SongO aye my wife she dang me
© Robert Burns
ChorusO aye my wife she dang me,
An aft my wife she bangd me,
If ye gie a woman a her will,
Gude faith! shell soon oer-gang ye.
332. SongYoure welcome, Willie Stewart
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Youre welcome, Willie Stewart,
Youre welcome, Willie Stewart,
Theres neer a flower that blooms in May,
Thats half sae welcomes thou art!
459. Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddell
© Robert Burns
NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more;
Nor pour your descant grating on my soul;
Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole,
More welcome were to me grim Winters wildest roar.
275. SongThe Laddies dear sel
© Robert Burns
THERES a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa;
For hes bonie and braw, weel-favord witha,
An his hair has a natural buckle an a.
170. Epigram to Miss Ainslie in Church
© Robert Burns
FAIR maid, you need not take the hint,
Nor idle texts pursue:
Twas guilty sinners that he meant,
Not Angels such as you.
82. SongKissing my Katie
© Robert Burns
O MERRY hae I been teethin a heckle,
An merry hae I been shapin a spoon;
O merry hae I been cloutin a kettle,
An kissin my Katie when a was done.
119. Epitaph for Robert Aiken, Esq.
© Robert Burns
KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame
Of this much lovd, much honoured name!
(For none that knew him need be told)
A warmer heart death neer made cold.
106. To Gavin Hamilton, Esq., Mauchline, recommending a Boy
© Robert Burns
I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty
To warn you how that Master Tootie,
Alias, Laird MGaun,
Was here to hire yon lad away
408. Commemoration of Rodneys Victory
© Robert Burns
INSTEAD of a Song, boys, Ill give you a Toast;
Heres to the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost!
That we lost, did I say?nay, by Heavn, that we found;
For their fame it will last while the world goes round.
98. To Mr. MAdam, of Craigen-Gillan
© Robert Burns
SIR, oer a gill I gat your card,
I trow it made me proud;
See wha taks notice o the bard!
I lap and cried fu loud.
