War poems
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Hence, All You Vain Delights from the Nice Valour
© John Gould Fletcher
Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
An A.b.c
© Geoffrey Chaucer
AN A.B.C.
Here begins the song according to the order of the
letters of the alphabet
401. Song-Meg o’ the Mill
© Robert Burns
O KEN ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten,
An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten?
She gotten a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller,
And broken the heart o’ the barley Miller.
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.
383. Song-My Wife’s a winsome wee thing
© Robert Burns
Chorus.—She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a lo’esome wee thing,
This dear wee wife o’ mine.
378. Song-Bessy and her Spinnin Wheel
© Robert Burns
O LEEZE me on my spinnin’ wheel,
And leeze me on my rock and reel;
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.
346. Song-Such a parcel of Rogues in a Nation
© Robert Burns
FAREWEEL to a’ our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
32. Song-Green Grow the Rashes
© Robert Burns
Chor.—Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.
318. Song-The Banks o’ Doon (Third Version)
© Robert Burns
YE banks and braes o’ bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
314. Song-There’ll never be Peace till Jamie comes hame
© Robert Burns
BY yon Castle wa’, at the close of the day,
I heard a man sing, tho’ his head it was grey:
And as he was singing, the tears doon came,—
There’ll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.
31. Song-My Nanie, O!
© Robert Burns
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,
’Mang moors an’ mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos’d,
And I’ll awa to Nanie, O.
304. Song-I Murder hate
© Robert Burns
I MURDER hate by flood or field,
Tho’ glory’s name may screen us;
3. Song-I dream’d I lay
© Robert Burns
I DREAM’D I lay where flowers were springing
Gaily in the sunny beam;
250. Song-She’s Fair and Fause
© Robert Burns
SHE’S fair and fause that causes my smart,
I lo’ed her meikle and lang;
For Murray Hunter, M.D.
© Zitner Sheldon
Hair and skin one whiteness, eyelids locked,his stillness is the stillness of the bedclothes;his words, not speech but systems emptying out:Death is taking back the small distinctionsbetween man and man and man and anything
