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31. SongMy Nanie, O!

© Robert Burns

BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,
Mang moors an mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has closd,
And Ill awa to Nanie, O.

For He Was a Jolly Good Fellow

THEY CHEERED him from the wharfit was a glorious day:
His hand went to his scarfhis thoughts were far away.
Oh, he was Jolly Good, they sang it long and loud
The money lender stood unknown amongst the crowd.
Hed taken him aside, while trembling fit to fall,
No friendly eye espied the last farewell of all!

512. SongGuid ale keeps the heart aboon

© Robert Burns

ChorusO gude ale comes and gude ale goes;
Gude ale gars me sell my hose,
Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon!

The Seventh Day

© Yehudah HaLevi

Forget not the day of the Sabbath,

Its mention is like a pleasant offering.

387. Epigram on Miss Fontenelle

© Robert Burns

SWEET naïveté of feature,
Simple, wild, enchanting elf,
Not to thee, but thanks to Nature,
Thou art acting but thyself.

186. Lines on the Fall of Fyers

© Robert Burns

AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;
Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
Where, thro a shapeless breach, his stream resounds.

424. SongPhillis the Fair

© Robert Burns

WHILE larks, with little wing,
Fannd the pure air,
Tasting the breathing Spring,
Forth I did fare:

Time And Memory

© Arthur Symons

Shall I be wroth with Time, that has no stay,
And even dreams brings to a mortal end,
Because my soul to mortal things would lend
Her restless immortality away?

418. SongO were my love you lilac fair

© Robert Burns

O WERE my love yon Lilac fair,
Wi purple blossoms to the Spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing!

93. The Rantin Dog, the Daddie ot

© Robert Burns

O WHA my babie-clouts will buy?
O wha will tent me when I cry?
Wha will kiss me where I lie?
The rantin dog, the daddie ot.

The Spirit Of Poetry

© George Essex Evans

She is the flower-maid of the dreaming noon,
The goddess of the temple of the night;
Where the berg-turrets gleam beneath the moon
She builds Her throne of white.

22. SongRaging Fortune: A Fragment

© Robert Burns

O RAGING Fortunes withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O!
O raging Fortunes withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low, O!

350. Epistle to John Maxwell, Esq., of Terraughty

© Robert Burns

Fareweel, auld birkie! Lord be near ye,
And then the deil, he daurna steer ye:
Your friends aye love, your faes aye fear ye;
For me, shame fa me,
If neist my heart I dinna wear ye,
While Burns they ca me.

349. SongKenmures on and awa, Willie

© Robert Burns

O KENMURES on and awa, Willie,
O Kenmures on and awa:
An Kenmures lords the bravest lord
That ever Galloway saw.

Example

Perhaps the victory shall not come to me,

Perhaps I shall not reach the goal I seek,

245. Versicles on Sign-Posts

© Robert Burns

CURSD be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife!
Who has no will but by her high permission,
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;

The Song Of The Negro Boatmen

© Anonymous

So sing our dusky gondoliers;
And with a secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to tears,
We hear the wild refrain.

190. SongLady Onlie, Honest Luckie

© Robert Burns

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

The Parents

We are your Grand-Parents, the Grown-Ups!
Covered with the cold sweats of the moon and the greensward.
Our dry wines had heart in them!
In the sunshine where there is no deception,
what does man need? To drink.
Myself: To die among barbarous rivers.