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158. Song-The Bonie Moor-hen
© Robert Burns
THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn,
Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,
O’er moors and o’er mosses and mony a glen,
At length they discover’d a bonie moor-hen.
151. Song-Bonie Dundee: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
MY blessin’s upon thy sweet wee lippie!
My blessin’s upon thy e’e-brie!
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
Thou’s aye the dearer, and dearer to me!
145. Song-Yon Wild Mossy Mountains
© Robert Burns
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o’ the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro’ the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
140. Masonic Song-Ye Sons of Old Killie
© Robert Burns
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie,
To follow the noble vocation;
137. Song-Farewell to the Banks of Ayr
© Robert Burns
THE GLOOMY night is gath’ring fast,
Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast,
136. Prayer-O Thou Dread Power
© Robert Burns
O THOU dread Power, who reign’st above,
I know thou wilt me hear,
When for this scene of peace and love,
I make this prayer sincere.
134. Fragment of Song-The Night was Still
© Robert Burns
THE NIGHT was still, and o’er the hill
The moon shone on the castle wa’;
131. Song-Willie Chalmers
© Robert Burns
WI’ braw new branks in mickle pride,
And eke a braw new brechan,
13. Song-Bonie Peggy Alison
© Robert Burns
Chor.—And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet,
And I’ll kiss thee o’er again:
And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet,
My bonie Peggy Alison.
12. Song-The Lass of Cessnock Banks
© Robert Burns
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells;
Could I describe her shape and mein;
Our lasses a’ she far excels,
An’ she has twa sparkling roguish een.
11. Song-Here’s to thy health, my bonie lass
© Robert Burns
HERE’S to thy health, my bonie lass,
Gude nicht and joy be wi’ thee;
108. Song-Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary?
© Robert Burns
WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
And leave auld Scotia’s shore?
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across th’ Atlantic roar?
101. Song-Composed in Spring
© Robert Burns
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues:
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep’d in morning dews.
1. Song-Handsome Nell
© Robert Burns
O ONCE I lov’d a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I’ll love my handsome Nell.
1908
© Christopher John Brennan
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I passto yon four-turreted square towerthat still exalts the golden hourwhere youth, initiate once, endearsa treasure richer with the years
