Robert Burns

"Tune - "I'm o'er young to marry yet." I.         I am my mammy's ae bairn,             Wi' unco folk I weary, Sir;         And lying in a m"

"Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know,             That death has murder'd Johnny!         An' here his body lies fu' low             For saul h"

"Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,         Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose;         Our bardie's fate is at a close,             Pas"

"Tune - "Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss." I.         Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss,             O'er the mountains he is gane;         An"

"Again the silent wheels of time             Their annual round have driv'n,         And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime,             Are s"

"Tune - "Miss Forbes's Farewell to Banff." I.         'Twas even, the dewy fields were green,             On every blade the pearls hang,"

""Let not ambition mock their useful toil,         Their homely joys, and destiny obscure:         Nor grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile"

"I.         Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,         A burden more than I can bear,             I set me down and sigh:         O life!"

"Air - "The Mill, Mill, O." I.         When wild war's deadly blast was blawn             And gentle peace returning,         Wi' mony a sw"

"Fintray, my stay in worldly strife,         Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life,             Are ye as idle's I am?         Come then, wi'"

"Tune - "Coming through the rye." I.         Coming through the rye, poor body,             Coming through the rye,         She draiglet a'"

"Ye maggots, feast on Nicol's brain,             For few sic feasts ye've gotten;         And fix your claws in Nicol's heart,             F"

"Tune - "O'er the hills," &c. I.         How can my poor heart be glad,         When absent from my sailor lad?         How can I the though"

"Tune - "Push about the jorum." I.         Does haughty Gaul invasion threat,             Then let the loons beware, Sir,         There's wo"

"Tune - "Neil Gow's Lamentations for Abercairny." I.         Where, braving angry winter's storms,             The lofty Ochels rise,"

"O Death, hadst thou but spared his life,             Whom we this day lament,         We freely wad exchang'd the wife,             And a'"

"Tune - "Banks of Banna." I.         Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,             A place where body saw na';         Yestreen lay on this breas"

"Sir, as your mandate did request,         I send you here a faithfu' list,         O' gudes, an' gear, an' a' my graith,         To which I"

"Tune - "Lumps o' Pudding." I.         Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair,         Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow end care,"

"I.         Whom will you send to London town,             To Parliament and a' that?         Or wha in a' the country round             The best"

"I.         I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing             Gaily in the sunny beam;         List'ning to the wild birds singing,"

"The friend whom wild from wisdom's way,             The fumes of wine infuriate send;         (Not moony madness more astray;)"

"Thou flattering work of friendship kind,         Still may thy pages call to mind                 The dear, the beauteous donor;         Th"

"Tune - "Jacky Latin." I.         Gat ye me, O gat ye me,             O gat ye me wi' naething?         Rock and reel, and spinnin' wheel,"

"Tune - "Salt-fish and dumplings." I.         I coft a stane o' haslock woo',             To make a wat to Johnny o't;         For Johnny is"

"Tune - "The gardener wi' his paidle." I.         When rosy May comes in wi' flowers,         To deck her gay green-spreading bowers,"

"Tune. - "I am a man unmarried." I.         O once I lov'd a bonnie lass,             Ay, and I love her still;         And whilst that hono"

"Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize         As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;         Nor envious death so triumph'd in a blow,"

"I.         O saw ye bonnie Lesley             As she ga'ed o'er the border?         She's gane, like Alexander,             To spread her conques"

"Tune - "Bonnie Mary."         Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,             And waste my soul with care;         But ah! how bootless to admir"

"Tune - "What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man." I.         What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,             What can a y"

"Thou whom chance may hither lead,         Be thou clad in russet weed,         Be thou deck'd in silken stole,         Grave these maxims o"

""My son, these maxims make a rule,             And lump them ay thegither;         The Rigid Righteous is a fool,             The Rigid Wis"

"I.         Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,             Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;         Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,"

"Tune--"Invercald's Reel." Chorus.         O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,             Ye wad na been sae shy;         For lack o' gear ye lig"

"The wintry west extends his blast,             And hail and rain does blaw;         Or the stormy north sends driving forth             The"

"This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain,         To run the twelvemonth's length again:         I see the old, bald-pated follow,"

"Tune - "Liggeram Cosh." I.         Blythe hae I been on yon hill             As the lambs before me;         Careless ilka thought and fre"

""And send the godly in a pet to pray." Pope.         O thou, wha in the heavens dost dwell,         Wha, as it pleases best thysel',"

"Tune - "For a' that, and a' that." I.         Is there, for honest poverty,             That hangs his head, and a' that?         The cowar"

"I.         When o'er the hill the eastern star             Tells bughtin-time is near, my jo;         And owsen frae the furrow'd field"

""An honest man's the noblest work of God."     Pope.         Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil?         Or great M'Kinlay[2] thrawn his"

"Tune - "The Bonnie Bell." I.         The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,             And surly Winter grimly flies;         Now crystal"

"Ae day, as Death, that grusome carl,         Was driving to the tither warl'         A mixtie-maxtie motley squad,         And mony a guilt"

"Tune - "My Nannie, O." I.         Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows,             'Mang moors an' mosses many, O,         The wintry sun t"

"Tune - "Kellyburn Braes." I.         There lived a carle on Kellyburn braes,             (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme),"

"Thou whom chance may hither lead,         Be thou clad in russet weed,         Be thou deck'd in silken stole,         Grave these counsels"

"Tune - "Failte na Miosg." I.         My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;         My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the de"

"Tune - "Jamy, come try me." Chorus.         Jamie, come try me,         Jamie, come try me;         If thou would win my love,         Jam"

"I.             There was a bonnie lass,             And a bonnie, bonnie lass,         And she lo'ed her bonnie laddie dear;             Till war"

"Tune - "The lazy mist." I.         The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill,         Concealing the course of the dark winding rill;"

"Tune - "John Anderson, my jo." I.         How cruel are the parents             Who riches only prize,         And, to the wealthy booby,"

"When Nature her great master-piece designed,         And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind,         Her eye intent on all the mazy"

"Orthodox, orthodox, Wha believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: There's a heretic blast Has been blawn in the wast, That what"

"Now Robin lies in his last lair,         He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair,         Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare,             Nae ma"

"Tune. - "The Ruffian's Rant." I.         In coming by the brig o' Dye,             At Darlet we a blink did tarry;         As day was dawin"

"Through and through the inspir'd leaves,             Ye maggots, make your windings;         But oh! respect his lordship's taste,"

"Fair maid, you need not take the hint,             Nor idle texts pursue:-         'Twas guilty sinners that he meant,             Not ange"

"Tune - "Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey." I.         Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,             I dearly like the west,         For th"

"Lord, we thank and thee adore,             For temp'ral gifts we little merit;         At present we will ask no more,             Let Will"