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303. Song-The Gowden Locks of Anna
© Robert Burns
YESTREEN I had a pint o’ wine,
A place where body saw na;
Yestreen lay on this breast o’ mine
The gowden locks of Anna.
30. Song-Composed in August
© Robert Burns
NOW westlin winds and slaught’ring guns
Bring Autumn’s pleasant weather;
3. Song-I dream’d I lay
© Robert Burns
I DREAM’D I lay where flowers were springing
Gaily in the sunny beam;
299. Sketch-New Year’s Day, 1790
© Robert Burns
THIS day, Time winds th’ exhausted chain;
To run the twelvemonth’s length again:
I see, the old bald-pated fellow,
With ardent eyes, complexion sallow,
Adjust the unimpair’d machine,
To wheel the equal, dull routine.
294. Song-To Mary in Heaven
© Robert Burns
THOU ling’ring star, with lessening ray,
That lov’st to greet the early morn,
292. Song-Farewell to the Highlands
© Robert Burns
FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
291. Song-The Captive Ribband
© Robert Burns
DEAR Myra, the captive ribband’s mine,
’Twas all my faithful love could gain;
And would you ask me to resign
The sole reward that crowns my pain?
290. Song-A Waukrife Minnie
© Robert Burns
WHARE are you gaun, my bonie lass,
Whare are you gaun, my hinnie?
She answered me right saucilie,
“An errand for my minnie.”
29. Song-The Rigs o’ Barley
© Robert Burns
Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs,
An’ corn rigs are bonie:
I’ll ne’er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi’ Annie.
289. Song-Awa’, Whigs, Awa’
© Robert Burns
Chorus.—Awa’ Whigs, awa’!
Awa’ Whigs, awa’!
Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns,
Ye’ll do nae gude at a’.
288. Song-The Braes o’ Killiecrankie
© Robert Burns
WHERE hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O?
Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?
287. Song-The Battle of Sherramuir
© Robert Burns
“O CAM ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi’ me, man?
286. Song-Highland Harry back again
© Robert Burns
MY Harry was a gallant gay,
Fu’ stately strade he on the plain;
But now he’s banish’d far away,
I’ll never see him back again.
285. Song-I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen
© Robert Burns
I GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue;
284. Song-Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes (older set)
© Robert Burns
Chorus.—Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie dearie
283. Song-Willie brew’d a Peck o’ Maut
© Robert Burns
O WILLIE 1 brew’d a peck o’ maut,
And Rob and Allen cam to see;
Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,
Ye wadna found in Christendie.
277. Song-My Eppie Adair
© Robert Burns
BY love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
And O my Eppie, &c.
276. Song-Whistle o’er the lave o’t
© Robert Burns
FIRST when Maggie was my care,
Heav’n, I thought, was in her air,
Now we’re married-speir nae mair,
But whistle o’er the lave o’t!
275. Song-The Laddie’s dear sel’
© Robert Burns
THERE’S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa’;
For he’s bonie and braw, weel-favor’d witha’,
An’ his hair has a natural buckle an’ a’.
274. Song-Carle, an’ the King come
© Robert Burns
Chorus.—Carle, an the King come,
Carle, an the King come,
Thou shalt dance and I will sing,
Carle, an the King come.
