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The Poetry of Robert Burns

Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson

Burns, Robert (1759-1796)

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III.

TO THE WEAVER'S GIN YE GO

O, WHISTLE AN' I'LL COME TO YE, MY LAD

I'M O'ER YOUNG TO MARRY YET

THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDIE

M'PHERSON'S FAREWELL

MY HIGHLAND LASSIE, O

UP IN THE MORNING EARLY

THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER

THE DUSTY MILLER

I DREAM'D I LAY

DUNCAN DAVISON

THENIEL MENZIES' BONIE MARY

LADY ONLIE, HONEST LUCKY

THE BANKS OF THE DEVON

DUNCAN GRAY

THE PLOUGHMAN

LANDLADY, COUNT THE LAWIN

RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING

HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT

MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN

BLYTHE WAS SHE

TO DAUNTON ME

O'ER THE WATER TO CHARLIE

A ROSE-BUD, BY MY EARLY WALK

AND I'LL KISS THEE YET

RATTLIN, ROARIN WILLIE

WHERE, BRAVING ANGRY WINTER'S STORMS

O TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY

CLARINDA, MISTRESS OF MY SOUL

THE WINTER IT IS PAST

I LOVE MY LOVE IN SECRET

SWEET TIBBIE DUNBAR

HIGHLAND HARRY

THE TAILOR FELL THRO' THE BED

AY WAUKIN, O

BEWARE O' BONIE ANN

LADDIE, LIE NEAR ME

THE GARD'NER WI' HIS PAIDLE

ON A BANK OF FLOWERS

THE DAY RETURNS

MY LOVE, SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET

CARL, AN THE KING COME

WHISTLE O'ER THE LAVE O'T

O, WERE I ON PARNASSUS HILL

THE CAPTIVE RIBBAND

THERE'S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY

MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS

JOHN ANDERSON MY JO

AWA', WHIGS, AWA'

CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES

O, MERRY HAE I BEEN

A MOTHER'S LAMENT

THE WHITE COCKADE

THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE

THE RANTIN DOG, THE DADDIE O'T

THOU LINGERING STAR

EPPIE ADAIR

THE BATTLE OF SHERRAMUIR

YOUNG JOCKIE WAS THE BLYTHEST LAD

A WAUKRIFE MINNIE

THO' WOMEN'S MINDS

WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT

FRAE THE FRIENDS AND LAND I LOVE

O JOHN, COME KISS ME NOW

COCK UP YOUR BEAVER

MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL

GUIDWIFE, COUNT THE LAWIN

THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME

WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE

THE BONIE LAD THAT'S FAR AWA

I DO CONFESS THOU ART SAE FAIR

SENSIBILITY HOW CHARMING

YON WILD MOSSY MOUNTAINS

I HAE BEEN AT CROOKIEDEN

IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONIE FACE

MY EPPIE MACNAB

WHA IS THAT AT MY BOWER DOOR

THE WEARY PUND O' TOW

I HAE A WIFE O' MY AIN

WHEN SHE CAM BEN, SHE BOBBED

O, FOR ANE-AND-TWENTY, TAM

O, KENMURE'S ON AND AWA, WILLIE

O, LEEZE ME ON MY SPINNIN-WHEEL

MY COLLIER LADDIE

NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME

IN SIMMER, WHEN THE HAY WAS MAWN

SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION

THE DEUK'S DANG O'ER MY DADDIE

SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE

THE DEIL'S AWA WI' TH'EXCISEMAN

THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS

A RED, RED ROSE

AS I STOOD BY YON ROOFLESS TOWER

O, AN YE WERE DEAD, GUIDMAN

AULD LANG SYNE

LOUIS, WHAT RECK I BY THEE

WANTONNESS FOR EVERMAIR

CHARLIE HE'S MY DARLING

THE LASS O' ECCLEFECHAN

THE COOPER O' CUDDY

FOR THE SAKE O' SOMEBODY

THE CARDIN O'T

THERE'S THREE TRUE GUID FELLOWS

SAE FLAXEN WERE HER RINGLETS

THE LASS THAT MADE THE BED

SAE FAR AWA

THE REEL O' STUMPIE

I'LL AY CA' IN BY YON TOWN

O, WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN

WHEREFORE SIGHING ART THOU, PHILLIS?

O MAY, THY MORN

AS I CAME O'ER THE CAIRNEY MOUNT

HIGHLAND LADDIE

WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE?

LOVELY POLLY STEWART

THE HIGHLAND BALOU

BANNOCKS O' BEAR MEAL

WAE IS MY HEART

HERE'S HIS HEALTH IN WATER

THE WINTER OF LIFE

THE TAILOR

THERE GROWS A BONIE BRIER-BUSH

HERE'S TO THY HEALTH

IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING

THE HIGHLAND WIDOW'S LAMENT

THOU GLOOMY DECEMBER

MY PEGGY'S FACE, MY PEGGY'S FORM

O, STEER HER UP, AN' HAUD HER GAUN

WEE WILLIE GRAY

WE'RE A' NODDIN

O, AY MY WIFE SHE DANG ME

SCROGGAM

O, GUID ALE COMES

ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST

DOES HAUGHTY GAUL INVASION THREAT?

O, ONCE I LOV'D A BONIE LASS

MY LORD A-HUNTING

SWEETEST MAY

MEG O' THE MILL

JOCKIE'S TA'EN THE PARTING KISS

O, LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS

CAULD IS THE E'ENIN BLAST

THERE WAS A BONIE LASS

THERE'S NEWS, LASSES, NEWS

O, THAT I HAD NE'ER BEEN MARRIED

MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET

WANDERING WILLIE

BRAW LADS O' GALLA WATER

AULD ROB MORRIS

OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, O

WHEN WILD WAR'S DEADLY BLAST

DUNCAN GRAY

DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE

HERE IS THE GLEN

LET NOT WOMEN E'ER COMPLAIN

LORD GREGORY

O POORTITH CAULD

O, STAY, SWEET WARBLING WOOD-LARK

BLYTHE HAE I BEEN ON YON HILL

BY ALLAN STREAM

CANST THOU LEAVE ME

COME, LET ME TAKE THEE

CONTENTED WI' LITTLE

FAREWELL, THOU STREAM

HAD I A CAVE

HERE'S A HEALTH

HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS

HUSBAND, HUSBAND, CEASE YOUR STRIFE

IT WAS THE CHARMING MONTH

LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER

MY NANIE'S AWA

NOW ROSY MAY

NOW SPRING HAS CLAD

O, THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE

O, WAT YE WHA THAT LO'ES ME

SCOTS, WHA HAE

THEIR GROVES O' SWEET MYRTLE

THINE AM I

THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE

HIGHLAND MARY

MY CHLORIS, MARK

FAIREST MAID ON DEVON BANKS

LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS

CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES

HOW CAN MY POOR HEART

IS THERE FOR HONEST POVERTY

MARK YONDER POMP

O, LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT

HER ANSWER

O PHILLY, HAPPY BE THAT DAY

MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING

MARY MORISON

IV.

VOLUME IV

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THERE'S NEWS, LASSES, NEWS

Chorus

The wean wants a cradle,
And the cradle wants a cod,
An' I'll no gang to my bed
Until I get a nod.

I

There's news, lasses, news,
Guid news I've to tell!
There's a boatfu' o' lads
Come to our town to sell!

II

‘Father,’ quo' she, ‘Mither,’ quo' she,
‘Do what you can:
I'll no gang to my bed
Until I get a man!’

III

I hae as guid a craft rig
As made o' yird and stane;
And waly fa' the ley-crap
For I maun till'd again.

Chorus

The wean wants a cradle,
And the cradle wants a cod,
An' I'll no gang to my bed
Until I get a nod.