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10. The Ronalds of the Bennals
© Robert Burns
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,
And proper young lasses and a, man;
But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,
They carry the gree frae them a, man.
260. Sketch in Verse, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox
© Robert Burns
But now for a Patron whose name and whose glory,
At once may illustrate and honour my story.
520. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 3
© Robert Burns
TWAS in the seventeen hunder year
O grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the waeest man
Of ony man alive.
330. SongThe Gallant Weaver
© Robert Burns
WHERE Cart rins rowin to the sea,
By mony a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
He is a gallant Weaver.
A Dream Lesson
© Carolyn Wells
Once there was a little boy who wouldn't go to bed,
When they hinted at the subject he would only shake his head,
When they asked him his intentions, he informed them pretty straight
That he wouldn't go to bed at all, and Nursey needn't wait.
139. Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer
© Robert Burns
Then from his Lordship I shall learn,
Henceforth to meet with unconcern
One rank as weels another;
Nae honest, worthy man need care
To meet with noble youthful Daer,
For he but meets a brother.
49. Epigram on the said Occasion
© Robert Burns
O DEATH, hadst thou but spard his life,
Whom we this day lament,
We freely wad exchanged the wife,
And a been weel content.
The Broken Tower
© Hart Crane
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell
Of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn
From pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell.
519. Ballad on Mr. Herons ElectionNo. 2
© Robert Burns
FY, let us a to Kirkcudbright,
For there will be bickerin there;
For Murrays light horse are to muster,
And O how the heroes will swear!
177. Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair
© Robert Burns
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave;
Th inconstant blast howld thro the darkning air,
And hollow whistled in the rocky cave.
446. A Vision
© Robert Burns
AS I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the waflower scents the dewy air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.
273. SongTam 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?
274. SongCarle, 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.
The Tangled Skein
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Try we life-long, we can never
Straighten out life's tangled skein,
31. SongMy Nanie, O!
© Robert Burns
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,
Mang moors an mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has closd,
And Ill awa to Nanie, O.
For He Was a Jolly Good Fellow
© Henry Lawson
THEY CHEERED him from the wharfit was a glorious day:
His hand went to his scarfhis thoughts were far away.
Oh, he was Jolly Good, they sang it long and loud
The money lender stood unknown amongst the crowd.
Hed taken him aside, while trembling fit to fall,
No friendly eye espied the last farewell of all!
The Seventh Day
© Yehudah HaLevi
Forget not the day of the Sabbath,
Its mention is like a pleasant offering.
424. SongPhillis the Fair
© Robert Burns
WHILE larks, with little wing,
Fannd the pure air,
Tasting the breathing Spring,
Forth I did fare:
350. Epistle to John Maxwell, Esq., of Terraughty
© Robert Burns
Fareweel, auld birkie! Lord be near ye,
And then the deil, he daurna steer ye:
Your friends aye love, your faes aye fear ye;
For me, shame fa me,
If neist my heart I dinna wear ye,
While Burns they ca me.
