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143. Fragment on Sensibility

© Robert Burns

RUSTICITY’S ungainly form
May cloud the highest mind;
But when the heart is nobly warm,
The good excuse will find.

388. Extempore on some commemorations of Thomson

© Robert Burns

DOST thou not rise, indignant shade,
And smile wi’ spurning scorn,
When they wha wad hae starved thy life,
Thy senseless turf adorn?

188. Song—Strathallan’s Lament

© Robert Burns

THICKEST 1 night, o’erhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests, o’er me rave!
Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Roaring by my lonely cave!

355. Epigram—Divine Service at Lamington

© Robert Burns

AS cauld a wind as ever blew,
A cauld kirk, an in’t but few:
As cauld a minister’s e’er spak;
Ye’se a’ be het e’er I come back.

79. Adam Armour’s Prayer

© Robert Burns

As for the jurr-puir worthless body!
She’s got mischief enough already;
Wi’ stanged hips, and buttocks bluidy
She’s suffer’d sair;
But, may she wintle in a woody,
If she wh-e mair!

410. Epigram—Kirk and State Excisemen

© Robert Burns

YE men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering
’Gainst poor Excisemen? Give the cause a hearing:
What are your Landlord’s rent-rolls?—Taxing ledgers!
What Premiers?—What ev’n Monarchs?—Mighty Gaugers!
Nay, what are Priests? (those seeming godly wise-men,)
What are they, pray, but Spiritual Excisemen!

516. Song—I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town

© Robert Burns

Chorus—I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town,
And by yon garden-green again;
I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town,
And see my bonie Jean again.

507. Song—Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay

© Robert Burns

CAULD is the e’enin blast,
O’ Boreas o’er the pool,
An’ dawin’ it is dreary,
When birks are bare at Yule.

236. Song—I Reign in Jeanie’s Bosom

© Robert Burns

LOUIS, what reck I by thee,
Or Geordie on his ocean?
Dyvor, beggar louns to me,
I reign in Jeanie’s bosom!

131. Song—Willie Chalmers

© Robert Burns

WI’ braw new branks in mickle pride,
And eke a braw new brechan,
My Pegasus I’m got astride,
And up Parnassus pechin;

344. Song—Nithdale’s Welcome Hame

© Robert Burns

THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers
Are coming o’er the border,
And they’ll gae big Terreagles’ towers
And set them a’ in order.

266. Song—The Banks of Nith

© Robert Burns

THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea,
Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith to me,
Where Comyns ance had high command.

525. Song—Had I the wyte, she bade me

© Robert Burns

HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte,
Had I the wyte? she bade me;
She watch’d me by the hie-gate side,
And up the loan she shaw’d me.

338. Song—My Tocher’s the Jewel

© Robert Burns

O MEIKLE thinks my luve o’ my beauty,
And meikle thinks my luve o’ my kin;
But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie
My tocher’s the jewel has charms for him.

546. Song—Jockie’s taen the parting Kiss

© Robert Burns

JOCKEY’S taen the parting kiss,
O’er the mountains he is gane,
And with him is a’ my bliss,
Nought but griefs with me remain,

364. Song—I do confess thou art sae fair

© Robert Burns

I DO confess thou art sae fair,
I was been o’er the lugs in luve,
Had I na found the slightest prayer
That lips could speak thy heart could muve.

517. Song—O wat ye wha’s in yon town

© Robert Burns

Chorus—O wat ye wha’s in yon town,
Ye see the e’enin sun upon,
The dearest maid’s in yon town,
That e’ening sun is shining on.

443. Song—Wilt thou be my Dearie

© Robert Burns

WILT thou be my Dearie?
When Sorrow wring thy gentle heart,
O wilt thou let me cheer thee!
By the treasure of my soul,

389. Song—Duncan Gray

© Robert Burns

DUNCAN GRAY cam’ here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
On blythe Yule-night when we were fou,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,

376. Song—The Deil’s awa wi’ the Exciseman

© Robert Burns

THE DEIL cam fiddlin’ thro’ the town,
And danc’d awa wi’ th’ Exciseman,
And ilka wife cries, “Auld Mahoun,
I wish you luck o’ the prize, man.”

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