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280. The Kirk of Scotlands Alarm: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox,
Let me sound an alarm to your conscience:
A heretic blast has been blown in the West,
That what is no sense must be nonsense,
Orthodox! That what is no sense must be nonsense.
414. Impromptu on Dumouriers Desertion of the French Republican Army
© Robert Burns
YOURE welcome to Despots, Dumourier;
Youre welcome to Despots, Dumourier:
How does Dampiere do?
Ay, and Bournonville too?
Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier?
268. SongI Love my Love in Secret
© Robert Burns
MY Sandy gied to me a ring,
Was a beset wi diamonds fine;
But I gied him a far better thing,
I gied my heart in pledge o his ring.
438. Impromptu on Mrs. Riddells Birthday
© Robert Burns
OLD Winter, with his frosty beard,
Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred:
What have I done of all the year,
To bear this hated doom severe?
323. Epigram on Miss Davies
© Robert Burns
ASK why God made the gem so small?
And why so huge the granite?
Because God meant mankind should set
That higher value on it.
141. Tam Samsons Elegy
© Robert Burns
THE EPITAPHTam Samsons weel-worn clay here lies
Ye canting zealots, spare him!
If honest worth in Heaven rise,
Yell mend or ye win near him.
87. The Twa Dogs
© Robert Burns
Note 1. Luath was Burns own dog. [back]
Note 2. Cuchullins dog in Ossians Fingal.R. B. [back]
400. SongLovely young Jessie
© Robert Burns
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o the Yarrow,
And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;
But by the sweet side o the Niths winding river,
Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair:
228. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh
© Robert Burns
MY godlike friendnay, do not stare,
You think the phrase is odd-like;
But God is love, the saints declare,
Then surely thou art god-like.
468. SongOn the Seas and far away
© Robert Burns
Chorus.On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day,
Are aye with him thats far away.
140. Masonic SongYe Sons of Old Killie
© Robert Burns
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie,
To follow the noble vocation;
Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another
To sit in that honoured station.
222. Verses to Clarinda, with Drinking Glasses
© Robert Burns
FAIR Empress of the Poets soul,
And Queen of Poetesses;
Clarinda, take this little boon,
This humble pair of glasses:
42. A Poets Welcome to his Love-Begotten Daughter
© Robert Burns
For if thou be what I wad hae thee,
And tak the counsel I shall gie thee,
Ill never rue my trouble wi thee,
The cost nor shame ot,
But be a loving father to thee,
And brag the name ot.
115. The Farewell to the Brethren of St. Jamess Lodge, Tarbolton
© Robert Burns
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu;
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favourèd, enlightend few,
Companions of my social joy;
17. Paraphrase of the First Psalm
© Robert Burns
THE MAN, in life wherever placd,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wickeds way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!
472. To the beautiful Miss Eliza Jn, on her principles of Liberty and Eqality
© Robert Burns
HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee namd?
Equality too! hussey, art not ashamd?
Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest,
And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest.
195. SongA Rose-bud by my Early Walk
© Robert Burns
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
7. Ah, woe is me, my Mother dear
© Robert Burns
AH, woe is me, my mother dear!
A man of strife yeve born me:
For sair contention I maun bear;
They hate, revile, and scorn me.
342. SongSweet Afton
© Robert Burns
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, Ill sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Marys asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
238. SongAuld Lang Syne
© Robert Burns
SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
