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The Banks O’ Doon

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:54+00:001791, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

"Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blumesae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu'o care! Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough! Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luvewas true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That

The Banks O’ Doon

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:54+00:001791, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

"Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care! Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return. AfthaeI rov'd byBonieDoon,

Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:28:56+00:00None, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

"Talk not to me of savages, From Afric's burning sun; Nosavage e'ercould rend my heart, As Jessie, thou hast done: ButJessie's lovely hand in mine, A mutual faith to plight, Not even to view the heavenly choir, Would be so blest a sight."

Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:28:56+00:00None, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

"But rarely seen since Nature's birth, The natives of the sky; Yet still one seraph's left on earth, For Jessie did not die."

Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:28:56+00:00None, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

"Say, sages, what's the charm on earth Can turn Death's dart aside! It is not purity and worth, Else Jessie had not died."

Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:28:55+00:00None, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Fill me with the rosy wine, Call a toast, a toast divine: Giveth me Poet's darling flame, Lovely Jessie be her name; Then thou mayest freely boast, Thou hast given a peerless toast.

Fairest Maid On Devon Banks

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:28:57+00:00None, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Chorus-Fairest maid on Devon banks, Crystal Devon, winding Devon, Wilt thou lay that frown aside, And smile as thou wert wont to do? Full well thou know'st I love thee dear, Couldst thou to malice lend anear! O did not Love exclaim: "Forbear, Nor use a faithful lover so." Fairest maid, &c. Then come, thou

O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:28:56+00:00None, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Chorus-O lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass; And swear on thy white hand, lass, That thou wilt be my ain. A slave to Love's unbounded sway, He afthas wrought me meiklewae; But now he is my deadly fae, Unless thou be my ain. O lay thy loof, &c. There's

O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:28:56+00:00None, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

O wert thou in the cauldblast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee; Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bieldshould be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'. Or were I in the wildest waste,

The Trogger.

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:28:57+00:00None, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Wha will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair? Chorus-Buy braw troggin frae the banks o' Dee; Whawants trogginlet him come to me. There's a noble Earl's fame and high renown, For an auldsang-it's thought the gudes were stown- Buy braw troggin, &c. Here's the worth o' Broughton