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I Love My Love In Secret

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:22+00:001789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

My Sandy gied to me a ring, Was a'beset wi'diamonds fine; ButI gied him a far better thing, I gied my heart in pledge o' his ring. Chorus.-My Sandy O, my Sandy O, My bonie, bonieSandy O; Tho' the love that I owe To thee I dare nashow, Yet I love my love in secret,

I Gaed A Waefu’ Gate Yestreen

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:22+00:001789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

I gaeda waefu' gateyestreen, A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue; I gatmy death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o'bonie blue. 'Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses watwi'dew, Her heaving bosom, lily-white- It was her een sae bonie blue. She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wyl'd; She charm'd

Highland Harry Back Again

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:21+00:001789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

My Harry was a gallant gay, Fu'stately strade he on the plain; Butnow he's banish'd far away, I'll never see him back again. Chorus.-O for him back again! O for him back again! I wadgiea' Knockhaspie's land For Highland Harry back again. When a'the lavegaeto their bed, I wander dowieup the glen; I setme down

Extemporaneous Effusion

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:14+00:001789, Extempore, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Searching auldwives' barrels, Ochon the day! That clartybarmshould stain my laurels: But-what'll ye say? These movin' things ca'd wives an'weans, Wadmove the very hearts o'stanes!

Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:14+00:001789, Epistle, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Auld comrade dear, and brithersinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blaeeastlinwind, That's like to blawa bodyblind? For me, my faculties are frozen, My dearest member nearly dozen'd. I've sent you here, by Johnie Simson, Twasage philosophers to glimpse on; Smith, wi' his sympathetic feeling, An' Reid, to common sense appealing.

Election Ballad For Westerha’

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:31+00:001789, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

The Laddies bythe banks o' Nith Wadtrust his Grace^1wi a', Jamie; But he'll sairthem, as he sair'd the King- Turn tail and rinawa', Jamie. Chorus.-Up and waur them a', Jamie, Up and waur them a'; The Johnstones haethe guidin o't, Ye turncoat Whigs, awa'! The day he stude his country's friend, Or giedher faes a

Delia, An Ode

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:14+00:001789, Ode, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Fair the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose; Butfairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely far her beauty shows. Sweet the lark's wild warbled lay, Sweet the tinkling rill to hear; But, Delia, more delightful still, Steal thine accents on mine ear. The flower-enamour'd busy bee The rosy banquet loves to

Carle, An The King Come

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:16+00:001789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Chorus.-Carle, an the King come, Carle, an the King come, Thou shalt dance and I will sing, Carle, an the King come. An somebody were come again, Then somebody mauncross the main, And every man shall haehis ain, Carle, an the King come. Carle, an the King come, &c. I trow we swappedfor the worse,

Caledonia -A Ballad

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:31+00:001789, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

There was once a day, but old Time wasythen young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung, (Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain, To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: Her heav'nly relations there fixed

Beware O’ Bonie Ann

ed mccabe2018-11-12T18:27:16+00:001789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Ye gallants bright, I rede you right, Beware o' bonie Ann; Her comely face sae fu'o' grace, Your heart she will trepan: Her eensae bright, like stars bynight, Her skin sae like the swan; Saejimplylac'd her gentywaist, That sweetly ye might span. Youth, Grace, and Love attendant move, And pleasure leads the van: In a'their