All Poems

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299. Sketch-New Year’s Day, 1790

© Robert Burns

THIS day, Time winds th’ exhausted chain;
To run the twelvemonth’s length again:
I see, the old bald-pated fellow,
With ardent eyes, complexion sallow,
Adjust the unimpair’d machine,
To wheel the equal, dull routine.

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294. Song-To Mary in Heaven

© Robert Burns

THOU ling’ring star, with lessening ray,

That lov’st to greet the early morn,

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292. Song-Farewell to the Highlands

© Robert Burns

FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

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291. Song-The Captive Ribband

© Robert Burns

DEAR Myra, the captive ribband’s mine,
’Twas all my faithful love could gain;
And would you ask me to resign
The sole reward that crowns my pain?

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290. Song-A Waukrife Minnie

© Robert Burns

WHARE are you gaun, my bonie lass,
Whare are you gaun, my hinnie?
She answered me right saucilie,
“An errand for my minnie.”

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29. Song-The Rigs o’ Barley

© Robert Burns


Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs,
An’ corn rigs are bonie:
I’ll ne’er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi’ Annie.

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289. Song-Awa’, Whigs, Awa’

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Awa’ Whigs, awa’!
Awa’ Whigs, awa’!
Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns,
Ye’ll do nae gude at a’.

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288. Song-The Braes o’ Killiecrankie

© Robert Burns

WHERE hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O?
Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?

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287. Song-The Battle of Sherramuir

© Robert Burns

“O CAM ye here the fight to shun,

Or herd the sheep wi’ me, man?

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286. Song-Highland Harry back again

© Robert Burns

MY Harry was a gallant gay,
Fu’ stately strade he on the plain;
But now he’s banish’d far away,
I’ll never see him back again.

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285. Song-I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen

© Robert Burns

I GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen,

A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue;

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284. Song-Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes (older set)

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie dearie

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283. Song-Willie brew’d a Peck o’ Maut

© Robert Burns

O WILLIE 1 brew’d a peck o’ maut,
And Rob and Allen cam to see;
Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,
Ye wadna found in Christendie.

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277. Song-My Eppie Adair

© Robert Burns


BY love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
And O my Eppie, &c.

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276. Song-Whistle o’er the lave o’t

© Robert Burns

FIRST when Maggie was my care,
Heav’n, I thought, was in her air,
Now we’re married-speir nae mair,
But whistle o’er the lave o’t!

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275. Song-The Laddie’s dear sel’

© Robert Burns

THERE’S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa’;
For he’s bonie and braw, weel-favor’d witha’,
An’ his hair has a natural buckle an’ a’.

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274. Song-Carle, an’ the King come

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Carle, an the King come,
Carle, an the King come,
Thou shalt dance and I will sing,
Carle, an the King come.

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273. Song-Tam Glen

© Robert Burns

MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len’,
To anger them a’ is a pity,
But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen?

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272. Song-My Love she’s but a Lassie yet

© Robert Burns

MY love, she’s but a lassie yet,

My love, she’s but a lassie yet;

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271. Song-John Anderson, My Jo

© Robert Burns

JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John,

When we were first acquent;