Car poems
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377. Song-The Country Lass
© Robert Burns
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn wav’d green in ilka field,
375. Song-The Deuks dang o’er my Daddie
© Robert Burns
THE BAIRNS gat out wi’ an unco shout,
The deuks dang o’er my daddie, O!
372. Song-Kellyburn Braes
© Robert Burns
THERE lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi’ thyme;
And he had a wife was the plague of his days,
And the thyme it is wither’d, and rue is in prime.
362. Song-Thou Gloomy December
© Robert Burns
ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
Ance mair I hail thee wi’ sorrow and care;
Sad was the parting thou makes me remember—
Parting wi’ Nancy, oh, ne’er to meet mair!
345. Song-Frae the friends and land I love
© Robert Burns
FRAE the friends and land I love,
Driv’n by Fortune’s felly spite;
344. Song-Nithdale’s Welcome Hame
© Robert Burns
THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers
Are coming o’er the border,
330. Song-The Gallant Weaver
© Robert Burns
WHERE Cart rins rowin’ to the sea,
By mony a flower and spreading tree,
321. Song-Craigieburn Wood
© Robert Burns
SWEET closes the ev’ning on Craigieburn Wood,
And blythely awaukens the morrow;
But the pride o’ the spring in the Craigieburn Wood
Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.
32. Song-Green Grow the Rashes
© Robert Burns
Chor.—Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.
318. Song-The Banks o’ Doon (Third Version)
© Robert Burns
YE banks and braes o’ bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
317. Song-The Banks o’ Doon (Second Version)
© Robert Burns
YE flowery banks o’ bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
316. Song-The Banks o’ Doon (First Version)
© Robert Burns
SWEET are the banks—the banks o’ Doon,
The spreading flowers are fair,
31. Song-My Nanie, O!
© Robert Burns
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,
’Mang moors an’ mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos’d,
And I’ll awa to Nanie, O.
305. Song-Gudewife, count the lawin
© Robert Burns
GANE is the day, and mirk’s the night,
But we’ll ne’er stray for faut o’ light;
Gude ale and bratdy’s stars and moon,
And blue-red wine’s the risin’ sun.
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,
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!
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.
273. Song-Tam Glen
© Robert Burns
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len’,
To anger them a’ is a pity,
But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen?
269. Song-Sweet Tibbie Dunbar
© Robert Burns
O WILT thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
