468. Song-On the Seas and far away (Robert Burns Poems)
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
AH, woe is me, my mother dear! A man of strife ye've born me: For sair contention I maun bear; ...
THE MAN, in life wherever plac'd, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their ...
There were three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, An' they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
HERE'S a bottle and an honest friend! What wad ye wish for mair, man? Wha kens, before his life may ...
OF all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish Beyond ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; ...
NOW Robin 1 lies in his last lair, He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair; Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare, ...
Chor.-Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang ...
Is there, for honest Poverty That hings his head, and a' that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare ...
LORD ADVOCATEHE clenched his pamphlet in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till, in a declamation-mist, His argument he ...
BY yon Castle wa', at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was ...
AN HONEST man here lies at rest As e'er God with his image blest; The friend of man, the friend ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
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