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380. SongSaw ye Bonie Lesley

© Robert Burns

O SAW ye bonie Lesley,
As she gaed oer the Border?
Shes gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.

428. SongPhillis the Queen o the fair

© Robert Burns

ADOWN winding Nith I did wander,
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring;
Adown winding Nith I did wander,
Of Phillis to muse and to sing.

262. Delia: An Ode

© Robert Burns

FAIR the face of orient day,
Fair the tints of opning rose;
But fairer still my Delia dawns,
More lovely far her beauty shows.

72. SongYoung Peggy Blooms

© Robert Burns

YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass,
Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,
With early gems adorning.

552. Complimentary versicles to Jessie Lewars

© Robert Burns

JESSIES ILLNESSSay, sages, whats the charm on earth
Can turn Deaths dart aside!
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessie had not died.

At A Poet's Grave

© Francis Ledwidge

When I leave down this pipe my friend
And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,
My songs shall rise in wilding things
Whose roots are in my heart.

71. Second Epistle to Davie

© Robert Burns

Haud to the Muse, my daintie Davie:
The warl may play you mony a shavie;
But for the Muse, shell never leave ye,
Tho eer sae puir,
Na, even tho limpin wi the spavie
Frae door tae door.

553. SongO lay thy loof in mine, lass

© Robert Burns

ChorusO lay thy loof in mine, lass,
In mine, lass, in mine, lass;
And swear on thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.

Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman

© William Wordsworth

. With an incident in which he was concerned

In the sweet shire of Cardigan,

500. SongCraigieburn Wood (Second Version)

© Robert Burns

SWEET fas the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakes the morrow;
But a the pride o Springs return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.

285. SongI Gaed a Waefu Gate Yestreen

© Robert Burns

I GAED a waefu gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, Ill dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een obonie blue.

Sonnet 25: The Wisest Scholar

© Sir Philip Sidney

The wisest scholar of the wight most wise
By Phoebus' doom, with sugar'd sentence says,
That Virtue, if it once met with our eyes,
Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise;

536. SongThis is no my ain lassie

© Robert Burns

ChorusThis is no my ain lassie,
Fair tho, the lassie be;
Weel ken I my ain lassie,
Kind love is in her ere.

538. SongNow Spring has clad the grove in green

© Robert Burns

NOW spring has clad the grove in green,
And strewd the lea wi flowers;
The furrowd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in fostering showers.

498. SongFor the sake o Somebody

© Robert Burns

MY heart is sairI dare na tell,
My heart is sair for Somebody;
I could wake a winter night
For the sake o Somebody.

They give their all, this Christmastide, that peace on earth shall reign;
Upon the snows of Flanders now, brave blood has left its stain;
With ribbons red we deck our gifts; theirs bear the red of pain.