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Well it wasn't too very long ago you know some folks walked with a hi-dee-ho
And other folks walked around kind of low
Sayin' Yowzah and Sho nuff and Yassuh boss
It was ashes to ashes and dust to dust and they didn't believe in makin' a fuss

497. SongThe Tear-dropWae is my heart

© Robert Burns

WAE is my heart, and the tears in my ee;
Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o Pity neer sounds in my ear.

Everyday Characters II - Quince

© Winthrop Mackworth Praed

Fallentis semita vit*. Hor.

105. Despondency: An Ode

© Robert Burns

OPPRESSD with grief, oppressd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
I set me down and sigh;
O life! thou art a galling load,

Untitled ( from The World We Laugh In)

© Harry Graham

Though many men have made their mark
By rising daily with the lark,
'Tis not a plan I recommend ;
The practice no one can defend.

178. Impromptu on Carron Iron Works

© Robert Burns

WE cam na here to view your warks,
In hopes to be mair wise,
But only, lest we gang to hell,
It may be nae surprise:

The Death

© Leon Gellert

Im hit. Its come at last, I feel a smart

Of needles in My God . Im hit again!

1. SongHandsome Nell

© Robert Burns

O ONCE I lovd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
Ill love my handsome Nell.

The Age Of The Antonines

© Herman Melville

While faith forecasts millennial years

Spite Europe's embattled lines,

46. The Belles of Mauchline

© Robert Burns

IN Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles,
The pride of the place and its neighbourhood a;
Their carriage and dress, a stranger would guess,
In Lonon or Paris, theyd gotten it a.

Little Charlie Hades

© Julia A Moore

Little Charlie Hades has gone

To dwell with God above,

159. SongMy Lord a-Hunting he is gane

© Robert Burns

Chorus.MY ladys gown, theres gairs upont,
And gowden flowers sae rare upont;
But Jennys jimps and jirkinet,
My lord thinks meikle mair upont.

53. Lines on the Authors Death

© Robert Burns

HE who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead,
And a green grassy hillock hides his head;
Alas! alas! a devilish change indeed.

Blood Road

© Katharine Lee Bates

The Old Year groaned as he trudged away,
His guilty shadow black on the snow,
And the heart of the glad New Year turned grey
At the road Time bade him go.