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522. Song—The Cardin o’t, the Spinning o’t

© Robert Burns

I COFT a stane o’ haslock woo’,
To mak a wab to Johnie o’t;
For Johnie is my only jo,
I loe him best of onie yet.

348. Song—I hae been at Crookieden

© Robert Burns

I HAE been at Crookieden,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,
Viewing Willie and his men,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.

336. Song—My Eppie Macnab

© Robert Burns

O SAW ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
She’s down in the yard, she’s kissin the laird,
She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab.

265. Song—Young Jockie was the Blythest Lad

© Robert Burns

YOUNG Jockie was the blythest lad,
In a’ our town or here awa;
Fu’ blythe he whistled at the gaud,
Fu’ lightly danc’d he in the ha’.

381. Song—Fragment—No cold approach

© Robert Burns

NO cold approach, no altered mien,
Just what would make suspicion start;
No pause the dire extremes between,
He made me blest—and broke my heart.

445. The Minstel at Lincluden

© Robert Burns

AS I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the wa’flow’r scents the dery air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.

290. Song—A Waukrife Minnie

© Robert Burns

WHARE are you gaun, my bonie lass,
Whare are you gaun, my hinnie?
She answered me right saucilie,
“An errand for my minnie.”

320. Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart

© Robert Burns

THOU, who thy honour as thy God rever’st,
Who, save thy mind’s reproach, nought earthly fear’st,
To thee this votive offering I impart,
The tearful tribute of a broken heart.

405. Epigram—Commissary Goldie’s Brains

© Robert Burns

LORD, to account who dares thee call,
Or e’er dispute thy pleasure?
Else why, within so thick a wall,
Enclose so poor a treasure?

282. Extemporaneous Effusion on being appointed to an Excise Division

© Robert Burns

SEARCHING auld wives’ barrels,
Ochon the day!
That clarty barm should stain my laurels:
But—what’ll ye say?
These movin’ things ca’d wives an’ weans,
Wad move the very hearts o’ stanes!

514. Song—The Lass o’ Ecclefechan

© Robert Burns

GAT ye me, O gat ye me,
O gat ye me wi’ naething?
Rock an reel, and spinning wheel,
A mickle quarter basin:

356. Epigram—The Keekin Glass

© Robert Burns

HOW daur ye ca’ me “Howlet-face”?
Ye blear-e’ed, withered spectre!
Ye only spied the keekin-glass,
An’ there ye saw your picture.

473. On Chloris requesting a sprig of blossom’d thorn

© Robert Burns

FROM the white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested
A sprig, her fair breast to adorn:
No, by Heavens! I exclaim’d, let me perish, if ever
I plant in that bosom a thorn!

470. Song—She says she loes me best of a’

© Robert Burns

SAE flaxen were her ringlets,
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o’er-arching
Twa laughing e’en o’ lovely blue;

69. Third Epistle to J. Lapraik

© Robert Burns

But stooks are cowpit wi’ the blast,
And now the sinn keeks in the west,
Then I maun rin amang the rest,
An’ quat my chanter;
Sae I subscribe myself’ in haste,
Yours, Rab the Ranter.Sept. 13, 1785.

227. Verses on Friars’ Carse Hermitage (First Version)

© Robert Burns

THOU whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deckt in silken stole,
Grave these maxims on thy soul.

491. Song—Lassie wi’ the Lint-white Locks

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Lassie wi’the lint-white locks,
Bonie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi’ me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my Dearie, O?

485. Song—How lang and dreary is the night

© Robert Burns

HOW lang and dreary is the night
When I am frae my Dearie;
I restless lie frae e’en to morn
Though I were ne’er sae weary.

81. Song—For a’ that

© Robert Burns

THO’ 1 women’s minds, like winter winds,
May shift, and turn, an’ a’ that,
The noblest breast adores them maist—
A consequence I draw that.

476. Epigram on the same Laird’s Country Seat

© Robert Burns

WE grant they’re thine, those beauties all,
So lovely in our eye;
Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness,
For others to enjoy!

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