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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.

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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!

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361. Song-Behold the Hour, the Boat, arrive

© Robert Burns

BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive!
My dearest Nancy, O fareweel!
Severed frae thee, can I survive,
Frae thee whom I hae lov’d sae weel?

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360. Song-Ae fond Kiss

© Robert Burns

AE fond kiss, and then we sever;

Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!

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359. Song-O May, thy Morn

© Robert Burns

O MAY, thy morn was ne’er so sweet

As the mirk night o’ December!

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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.

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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.

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354. Epigram-The Toad-eater

© Robert Burns

OF Lordly acquaintance you boast,
And the Dukes that you dined wi’ yestreen,
Yet an insect’s an insect at most,
Tho’ it crawl on the curl of a Queen!

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349. Song-Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie

© Robert Burns

O KENMURE’S on and awa, Willie,
O Kenmure’s on and awa:
An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lord
That ever Galloway saw.

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348. Song-I hae been at Crookieden

© Robert Burns

I HAE been at Crookieden,

My bonie laddie, Highland laddie,

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347. Song-Ye Jacobites by Name

© Robert Burns

YE Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name,
Your fautes I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I maun blame, you shall hear.

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346. Song-Such a parcel of Rogues in a Nation

© Robert Burns

FAREWEEL to a’ our Scottish fame,

Fareweel our ancient glory;

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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;

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344. Song-Nithdale’s Welcome Hame

© Robert Burns

THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers

Are coming o’er the border,

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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.

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341. Song-My Bonie Bell

© Robert Burns

THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing,

And surly Winter grimly flies;

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340. Song-Thou Fair Eliza

© Robert Burns

TURN again, thou fair Eliza!

Ae kind blink before we part;

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339. Song-O for ane an’ twenty, Tam

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—An’ O for ane an’ twenty, Tam!
And hey, sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam!
I’ll learn my kin a rattlin’ sang,
An’ I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam.

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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;

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337. Song-Fragment-Altho’ he has left me

© Robert Burns

ALTHO’ he has left me for greed o’ the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a’ the lade o’ my sorrow,
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.