Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?

2018-11-12T18:28:38+00:001794, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Wilt thou be my Dearie? When Sorrow wring thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer thee! Bythe treasure of my soul, That's the love I bearthee: I swear and vow that only thou Shall ever be my Dearie! Only thou, I swear and vow, Shall ever be my Dearie! Lassie, say thou lo'es

The Winter Of Life

2018-11-12T18:28:33+00:001794, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

But lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoic'd the day, Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers In double pride were gay: But now our joys are fled On winter blasts awa; Yet maiden May, in rich array, Again shall bring them a'. But my white pow, naekindly thowe Shall melt the snaws of Age;

The Tear-Drop

2018-11-12T18:28:33+00:001794, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; Lang, langhas Joy been a stranger to me: Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear, And the sweet voice o'Pity ne'er sounds in my ear. Love thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I luv'd; Love, thou hast sorrows, and sairhae I pruv'd; Butthis bruised heart

The Minstrel At Lincluden

2018-11-12T18:28:38+00:001794, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

As I stood by yonroofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howletmourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care. Chorus-A lassie all alone, was making her moan, Lamenting our lads beyond the sea: In the bluidywars they fa', and our honour's ganean'a', And broken-hearted we maundie. The

The Lovely Lass O’ Inverness

2018-11-12T18:28:33+00:001794, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

The lovely lass o'Inverness, Naejoy nor pleasure can she see; For, e'ento morn she cries, alas! And aye the sauttear blin's her e'e. "Drumossie moor, Drumossie day- A waefu' day it was to me! For there I lost my father dear, My father dear, and brethren three. "Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are

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