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247. Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald of Auchencruive
© Robert Burns
EPODE And are they of no more avail,
Ten thousand glittering pounds a-year?
In other worlds can Mammon fail,
Omnipotent as he is here!
232. SongThe Day Returns
© Robert Burns
THE DAY returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we twa did meet:
Tho winter wild in tempest toild,
Neer summer-sun was half sae sweet.
233. SongO were I on Parnassus Hill
© Robert Burns
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill,
Or had o Helicon my fill,
That I might catch poetic skill,
To sing how dear I love thee!
434. SongThou hast left me ever, jamie
© Robert Burns
THOU hast left me ever, Jamie,
Thou hast left me ever;
Thou has left me ever, Jamie,
Thou hast left me ever:
90. Epistle to James Smith
© Robert Burns
Whilst Ibut I shall haud me there,
Wi you Ill scarce gang ony where
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi you to mak a pair.
Whareer I gang.
524. SongThe lass that made the bed to me
© Robert Burns
WHEN Januar wind was blawing cauld,
As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na where to lodge till day:
276. SongWhistle oer the lave ot
© Robert Burns
FIRST when Maggie was my care,
Heavn, I thought, was in her air,
Now were married-speir nae mair,
But whistle oer the lave ot!
513. SongSteer her up and haud her gaun
© Robert Burns
O STEER her up, an haud her gaun,
Her mithers at the mill, jo;
An gin she winna tak a man,
Een let her tak her will, jo.
493. SongContented wi little, and cantie wi mair
© Robert Burns
CONTENTED wi little, and cantie wi mair,
Wheneer I forgather wi Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp as theyre creeping alang,
Wi a cog o gude swats and an auld Scottish sang.
Chorus.Contented wi little, &c.
217. SongThe Lad they ca Jumpin John
© Robert Burns
HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad
Forbidden she wadna be:
She wadna trowt the browst she brewd,
Wad taste sae bitterlie.
176. On the Death of John MLeod, Esq.
© Robert Burns
SAD thy tale, thou idle page,
And rueful thy alarms:
Death tears the brother of her love
From Isabellas arms.
542. SongFragmentthe Wrens Nest
© Robert Burns
THE ROBIN to the Wrens nest
Cam keekin in, cam keekin in;
O weels me on your auld pow,
Wad ye be in, wad ye be in?
471. Epigram on Jessy Staigs recovery
© Robert Burns
MAXWELL, if merit here you crave,
That merit I deny;
You save fair Jessie from the grave!
An Angel could not die!
272. SongMy Love shes but a Lassie yet
© Robert Burns
MY love, shes but a lassie yet,
My love, shes but a lassie yet;
Well let her stand a year or twa,
Shell no be half sae saucy yet;
467. Inscription to Miss Graham of Fintry
© Robert Burns
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives,
In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined,
Accept the gift; though humble he who gives,
Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind.
430. SongDainty Davie
© Robert Burns
NOW rosy May comes in wi flowers,
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers;
And now comes in the happy hours,
To wander wi my Davie.
415. SongThe last time I cam oer the Moor
© Robert Burns
THE LAST time I came oer the moor,
And left Marias dwelling,
What throes, what tortures passing cure,
Were in my bosom swelling:
375. SongThe Deuks dang oer my Daddie
© Robert Burns
THE BAIRNS gat out wi an unco shout,
The deuks dang oer my daddie, O!
The fien-ma-care, quo the feirrie auld wife,
He was but a paidlin body, O!
172. Note to Mr. Renton of Lamerton
© Robert Burns
YOUR billet, Sir, I grant receipt;
Wi you Ill canter ony gate,
Tho twere a trip to yon blue warl,
Whare birkies march on burning marl:
Then, Sir, God willing, Ill attend ye,
And to his goodness I commend ye.R. BURNS
214. SongHow Long and Dreary is the Night
© Robert Burns
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
As ye were wae and weary!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi my dearie!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi my dearie!
