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208. Song-To the Weaver’s gin ye go

© Robert Burns

MY heart was ance as blithe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.

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207. Song-I’m O’er Young to Marry yet

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young,
I’m o’er young to marry yet;
I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin
To tak me frae my mammy yet.

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206. Song-Clarina, Mistress of my Soul

© Robert Burns

CLARINDA, mistres of my soul,
The measur’d time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.

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205. Song-Go on, Sweet Bird, and Soothe my Care

© Robert Burns

FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy’s a stranger to my breast.

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204. Song-Love in the Guise of Friendship

© Robert Burns

YOUR friendship much can make me blest,
O why that bliss destroy!
Why urge the only, one request
You know I will deny!

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200. Song-The Young Highland Rover

© Robert Burns

LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,

The snaws the mountains cover;

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2. Song-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day

© Robert Burns

Chor.—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
Ye wadna been sae shy;
For laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
But, trowth, I care na by.

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199. Song-My Peggy’s Charms

© Robert Burns

MY Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form,
The frost of hermit Age might warm;
My Peggy’s worth, my Peggy’s mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.

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198. Song-Braving Angry Winer’s Storms

© Robert Burns

WHERE, braving angry winter’s storms,

The lofty Ochils rise,

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197. Song-The Banks of the Devon

© Robert Burns

HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,

With green spreading bushes and flow’rs blooming fair!

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195. Song-A Rose-bud by my Early Walk

© Robert Burns

A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,

Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,

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194. Song-Blythe was She

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.

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192. Song-The 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.

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191. Song-Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary

© Robert Burns

IN comin by the brig o’ Dye,
At Darlet we a blink did tarry;
As day was dawnin in the sky,
We drank a health to bonie Mary.

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190. Song-Lady Onlie, Honest Luckie

© Robert Burns

A’ THE lads o’ Thorniebank,
When they gae to the shore o’ Bucky,
They’ll step in an’ tak a pint
Wi’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky.

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188. Song-Strathallan’s Lament

© Robert Burns

THICKEST 1 night, o’erhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests, o’er me rave!
Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Roaring by my lonely cave!

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184. Song-The Birks of Aberfeldy

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Bonie lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonie lassie, will ye go
To the birks of Aberfeldy!

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168. Boat Song-Hey, Ca’ Thro’

© Robert Burns

UP wi’ the carls o’ Dysart,
And the lads o’ Buckhaven,
And the kimmers o’ Largo,
And the lasses o’ Leven.

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164. Song-A Bottle and Friend

© Robert Burns

HERE’S a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o’ care, man?

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159. Song-My Lord a-Hunting he is gane

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—MY lady’s gown, there’s gairs upon’t,
And gowden flowers sae rare upon’t;
But Jenny’s jimps and jirkinet,
My lord thinks meikle mair upon’t.