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271. SongJohn Anderson, My Jo
© Robert Burns
JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
533. SongForlorn, my love, no comfort here
© Robert Burns
FORLORN, my Love, no comfort near,
Far, far from thee, I wander here;
Far, far from thee, the fate severe,
At which I most repine, Love.
192. SongThe Bonie Lass of Albany
© Robert Burns
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae,
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
An the bonie Lass of Albany.
110. Epistle to a Young Friend
© Robert Burns
May, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu friend,
A something to have sent you,
Tho it should serve nae ither end
Than just a kind memento:
138. Address to the Toothache
© Robert Burns
O thou grim, mischief-making chiel,
That gars the notes o discord squeel,
Till daft mankind aft dance a reel
In gore, a shoe-thick,
Gie a the faes o SCOTLANDS weal
A townmonds toothache!
52. Epitaph on John Rankine
© Robert Burns
AE day, as Death, that gruesome carl,
Was driving to the tither warl
A mixtie-maxtie motley squad,
And mony a guilt-bespotted lad
293. The Whistle: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth,
I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North.
Was brought to the court of our good Scottish King,
And long with this Whistle all Scotland shall ring.
481. Epigram on Andrew Turner
© Robert Burns
IN seenteen hundern forty-nine,
The deil gat stuff to mak a swine,
An coost it in a corner;
But wilily he changd his plan,
An shapd it something like a man,
An cad it Andrew Turner.
54. Man was made to Mourn: A Dirge
© Robert Burns
WHEN chill Novembers surly blast
Made fields and forests bare,
One evning, as I wanderd forth
Along the banks of Ayr,
548. The Dean of Faculty: A new Ballad
© Robert Burns
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw,
That Scot to Scot did carry;
And dire the discord Langside saw
For beauteous, hapless Mary:
39. Ballad on the American War
© Robert Burns
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood
An did our hellim thraw, man,
Ae night, at tea, began a plea,
Within America, man:
5. Tragic FragmentAll villain as I am
© Robert Burns
ALL villain as I ama damn?d wretch,
A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain,
Still my heart melts at human wretchedness;
And with sincere but unavailing sighs
347. SongYe 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.
70. Epistle to the Rev. John MMath
© Robert Burns
Pardon this freedom I have taen,
An if impertinent Ive been,
Impute it not, good Sir, in ane
Whase heart neer wrangd ye,
But to his utmost would befriend
Ought that belangd ye.
310. Tam o Shanter: A Tale
© Robert Burns
This truth fand honest TAM O SHANTER,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter:
(Auld Ayr, wham neer a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonie lasses).
398. Lord Gregory: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour,
And loud the tempests roar;
A waefu wanderer seeks thy tower,
Lord Gregory, ope thy door.
220. SongThe Winter it is Past
© Robert Burns
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last
And the small birds, they sing on evry tree;
Now evry thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.
26. John Barleycorn: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
THERE was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.
62. Epistle to William Simson
© Robert Burns
Sae, ye observe that a this clatter
Is naething but a moonshine matter;
But tho dull prose-folk Latin splatter
In logic tulyie,
I hope we bardies ken some better
Than mind sic brulyie.
117. SongFarewell to Eliza
© Robert Burns
FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore;
The cruel fates between us throw
A boundless oceans roar:
