Robert Burns

"Here souter Hood in death does sleep;             To h--ll, if he's gane thither,         Satan, gie him thy gear to keep,             He'l"

"A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie!         Hae, there's a rip to thy auld baggie:         Tho' thou's howe-backit, now, an' knaggie,"

"How cold is that bosom which folly once fired,             How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd!         How silent that"

"Tune - "Rory Dall's Port." I.         Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;         Ae fareweel, and then for ever!         Deep in heart-wrung"

"Here brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct,             And empty all his barrels:         He's blest, if, as he brew'd, he drink,             In"

"Tune - "Wae is my heart." I.         Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e;         Lang, lang, joy's been a stranger to me;         F"

"Tune - "The Weaver and his Shuttle, O." I.         My father was a farmer             Upon the Carrick border, O,         And carefully he"

"Tune - "The Lothian Lassie." I.         Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,             And sair wi' his love he did deave me;"

"Tune - "Oran-gaoil." I.         Behold the hour, the boat arrive;             Thou goest, thou darling of my heart!         Sever'd from t"

"Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair,         And with them take the Poet's prayer;         That fate may in her fairest page,         With eve"

"Duan First.[1]         The sun had clos'd the winter day,         The curlers quat their roaring play,         An' hunger'd maukin ta'en her"

"Ellisland, 21st Oct. 1789.         Wow, but your letter made me vauntie!         And are ye hale, and weel, and cantie?         I kenn'd it st"

"The man, in life wherever plac'd,             Hath happiness in store,         Who walks not in the wicked's way,             Nor learns th"

""Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!         Sweet'ner of life and solder of society!         I owe thee much!"     Blair."

"O thou, who kindly dost provide             For every creature's want!         We bless thee, God of Nature wide,             For all thy g"

"I.         As I came in by our gate end,             As day was waxin' weary,         O wha came tripping down the street,             But Bonnie"

"Sweet naivet of feature,             Simple, wild, enchanting elf,         Not to thee, but thanks to nature,             Thou art acting"

"Her flowing locks, the raven's wing,         Adown her neck and bosom hing;         How sweet unto that breast to cling,             And ro"

"I.         By Allan stream I chanced to rove             While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;         The winds were whispering through the grove,"

"Is there a whim-inspired fool,         Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,         Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,"

"Clarinda, mistress of my soul,             The measur'd time is run!         The wretch beneath the dreary pole             So marks his la"

"Why, ye tenants of the lake,         For me your wat'ry haunt forsake?         Tell me, fellow-creatures, why         At my presence thus y"

"A robe of seeming truth and trust             Did crafty observation;         And secret hung, with poison'd crust,             The dirk of"

"Tune - "She's fair and fause." I.         She's fair and fause that causes my smart,             I lo'ed her meikle and lang;         She's"

"'Twas where the birch and sounding thong are ply'd,         The noisy domicile of pedant pride;         Where ignorance her darkening vapour"

"Tune - "Yon wild mossy mountains." I.         Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,         That nurse in their bosom the youth o' th"

"Tune - "Ye Jacobites by name." I.         Ye Jacobites by name, give and ear, give an ear;             Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear;"

"O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause             Of all my hope and fear?         In whose dread presence, ere an hour             Perhaps I must"

"Air - "Oran an Aoig." Scene - A field of battle. Time of the day, evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in"

"What ails ye now, ye lousie b----h,         To thresh my back at sic a pitch?         Losh, man! hae mercy wi' your natch,             Your"

"Though fickle Fortune has deceived me,             She promis'd fair and perform'd but ill;         Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'"

"Tune - "To the weavers gin ye go." I.         My heart was ance as blythe and free             As simmer days were lang,         But a bonn"

"Tune - "Miss Muir." I.         O how shall I, unskilfu', try             The poet's occupation,         The tunefu' powers, in happy hours,"

"I.         Adown winding Nith I did wander,             To mark the sweet flowers as they spring;         Adown winding Nith I did wander,"

"Tune - "Lass of Inverness." I.         The lovely lass o' Inverness,             Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;         For e'en and mor"

"Tune - "If thou'lt play me fair play." I.         The bonniest lad that e'er I saw,             Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,         Wo"

"Tune - "Eppie Macnab." I.         O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M'Nab?         O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M'Nab?         She's down in the"

"When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er,             A time that surely shall come;         In Heaven itself I'll ask no more             Tha"

"From those drear solitudes and frowsy cells,         Where infamy with sad repentance dwells;         Where turnkeys make the jealous portal"

"Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,             As ever trode on airn;         But now she's floating down the Nith,             And past th"

"Tune - "For the sake of somebody." I.         My heart is sair, I dare na tell             My heart is sair for somebody;         I could w"

"I.         Edina! Scotia's darling seat!             All hail thy palaces and tow'rs,         Where once beneath a monarch's feet             Sat"

"Tune - "Deil tak the Wars." I.         Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature?                 Rosy Morn now lifts his eye,"

"O rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine,         The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin'!         There's monie godly folks are thinkin',"

"O thou, whom poesy abhors,         Whom prose has turned out of doors,         Heard'st thou that groan? proceed no further;         'Twas"

"The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough,         Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough;         The chanting linnet, or the mellow"

"Ask why God made the gem so small,             And why so huge the granite?         Because God meant mankind should set             The hi"

"Tune - "Killiecrankie." I.         Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad?             Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O?         O, whare hae ye b"

"Sad thy tale, thou idle page,             And rueful thy alarms:         Death tears the brother of her love             From Isabella's ar"

"The solemn League and Covenant             Cost Scotland blood, cost Scotland tears;         But it sealed freedom's sacred cause,"

"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 th"

"THE SUN had clos’d the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger’d maukin taen her way, To kail-yards green, While fa"

"THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th’ inconstant blast howl’d thro’ the dark’ning air, And ho"

"FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o’ my muse, friend o’ my life, Are ye as idle’s I am? Come then, wi’ uncouth kintra fleg, O’er Pe"

"WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin to tak the gate, While we s"

"Oh! had each Scot of ancient times,             Been Jeany Scott, as thou art,         The bravest heart on English ground             Had"

"My honoured colonel, deep I feel         Your interest in the Poet's weal;         Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel             The steep"

"Tune - "The Country Lass." I.         In simmer, when the hay was mawn,             And corn wav'd green in ilka field,         While clave"

"Tune - "O mount and go." Chorus.         O mount and go,             Mount and make you ready;         O mount and go,             And be"

"Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks         Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks;         Down from the rivulets, red"