Love poems
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397. Song-Wandering Willie (Revised Version)
© Robert Burns
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
396. Song-Wandering Willie
© Robert Burns
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;
394. Song-Braw Lads o’ Gala Water
© Robert Burns
BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,
They rove amang the blooming heather;
But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws
Can match the lads o’ Galla Water.
392. Song-Poortith cauld and restless love
© Robert Burns
O POORTITH cauld, and restless love,
Ye wrack my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a’ I could forgive,
An ’twere na for my Jeanie.
386. The Rights of Women-Spoken by Miss Fontenelle
© Robert Burns
WHILE Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things,
The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings;
While quacks of State must each produce his plan,
And even children lisp the Rights of Man;
Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention,
The Rights of Woman merit some attention.
380. Song-Saw ye Bonie Lesley
© Robert Burns
O SAW ye bonie Lesley,
As she gaed o’er the Border?
She’s gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
379. Song-Fragment-Love for love
© Robert Burns
ITHERS seek they ken na what,
Features, carriage, and a’ that;
Gie me love in her I court,
Love to love maks a’ the sport.
377. Song-The Country Lass
© Robert Burns
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn wav’d green in ilka field,
373. Song-The Slave’s Lament
© Robert Burns
IT was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral,
For the lands of Virginia,—ginia, O:
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more;
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more;
And alas! I am weary, weary O.
369. Song-My Collier Laddie
© Robert Burns
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass?
And tell me what they ca’ ye;
My name, she says, is mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier laddie.
My name, she says, &c.
363. Song-My Native Land sae far awa
© Robert Burns
O SAD and heavy, should I part,
But for her sake, sae far awa;
Unknowing what my way may thwart,
My native land sae far awa.
362. Song-Thou Gloomy December
© Robert Burns
ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
Ance mair I hail thee wi’ sorrow and care;
Sad was the parting thou makes me remember—
Parting wi’ Nancy, oh, ne’er to meet mair!
345. Song-Frae the friends and land I love
© Robert Burns
FRAE the friends and land I love,
Driv’n by Fortune’s felly spite;
342. Song-Sweet Afton
© Robert Burns
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
334. Song-Fragment-Damon and Sylvia
© Robert Burns
YON wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances o’er the brae, Sir,
333. Song-Lovely Polly Stewart
© Robert Burns
Chorus.—O lovely Polly Stewart,
O charming Polly Stewart,
There’s ne’er a flower that blooms in May,
That’s half so fair as thou art!
330. Song-The Gallant Weaver
© Robert Burns
WHERE Cart rins rowin’ to the sea,
By mony a flower and spreading tree,
