Lovely Young Jessie

2018-11-12T18:28:12+00:001793, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

True hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr; But bythe sweet side o' the Nith's winding river, Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair: To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over; To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain,

Poortith Cauld And Restless Love

2018-11-12T18:28:20+00:001793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

O poortith cauld, and restless love, Ye wrack my peace between ye; Yet poortitha' I could forgive, An'twere nafor my Jeanie. Chorus-O why should Fate sic pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining? Orwhy sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining? The warld's wealth, when I think on, It's pride and a'the laveo't;

Phillis The Fair

2018-11-12T18:28:19+00:001793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

While larks, with little wing, Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing Spring, Forth I did fare: Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high; Such thy morn! did I cry, Phillis the fair. In each bird's careless song, Glad I did share; While yonwild-flowers among, Chance led me there! Sweet to the

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