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207. Song-I’m O’er Young to Marry yet

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young,
I’m o’er young to marry yet;
I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin
To tak me frae my mammy yet.

206. Song-Clarina, Mistress of my Soul

© Robert Burns

CLARINDA, mistres of my soul,
The measur’d time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.

205. Song-Go on, Sweet Bird, and Soothe my Care

© Robert Burns

FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy’s a stranger to my breast.

204. Song-Love in the Guise of Friendship

© Robert Burns

YOUR friendship much can make me blest,
O why that bliss destroy!
Why urge the only, one request
You know I will deny!

Pardon, old fathers, if you still remainSomewhere in ear-shot for the story's end,Old Dublin merchant 'free of ten and four'Or trading out of Galway into Spain;And country scholar, Robert Emmet's friend,A hundred-year-old memory to the poor;Traders or soldiers who have left me bloodThat has not passed through any huxter's loin,Pardon, and you that did not weigh the cost,Old Butlers when you took to horse and stoodBeside the brackish waters of the BoyneTill your bad master blenched and all was lost;You merchant skipper that leaped overboardAfter a ragged hat in Biscay Bay,You most of all, silent and fierce old manBecause you were the spectacle that stirredMy fancy, and set my boyish lips to say'Only the wastful virtues earn the sun';Pardon that for a barren passion's sake,Although I have come close on forty-nineI have no child, I have nothing but a book,Nothing but that to prove your blood and mine

200. Song-The Young Highland Rover

© Robert Burns

LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,

The snaws the mountains cover;

2. Song-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day

© Robert Burns

Chor.—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
Ye wadna been sae shy;
For laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
But, trowth, I care na by.

199. Song-My Peggy’s Charms

© Robert Burns

MY Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form,
The frost of hermit Age might warm;
My Peggy’s worth, my Peggy’s mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.

198. Song-Braving Angry Winer’s Storms

© Robert Burns

WHERE, braving angry winter’s storms,

The lofty Ochils rise,

197. Song-The Banks of the Devon

© Robert Burns

HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,

With green spreading bushes and flow’rs blooming fair!

195. Song-A Rose-bud by my Early Walk

© Robert Burns

A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,

Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,

194. Song-Blythe was She

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.

192. Song-The Bonie Lass of Albany

© Robert Burns

MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae,
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
An’ the bonie Lass of Albany.

191. Song-Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary

© Robert Burns

IN comin by the brig o’ Dye,
At Darlet we a blink did tarry;
As day was dawnin in the sky,
We drank a health to bonie Mary.

190. Song-Lady Onlie, Honest Luckie

© Robert Burns

A’ THE lads o’ Thorniebank,
When they gae to the shore o’ Bucky,
They’ll step in an’ tak a pint
Wi’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky.

188. Song-Strathallan’s Lament

© Robert Burns

THICKEST 1 night, o’erhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests, o’er me rave!
Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Roaring by my lonely cave!

The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart

© Elinor Wylie

ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart