The Powers aboon will tent thee; That we may brag we hae a lass There's nane again sae bonnie. CXC O my Luve's like a red, red rose As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve! R. Burns CXCI HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! N BCCK There summer irst infauid her ropes, tere te angest arry; Tere Ok me ast areweei 2 my sweet giami Mary. How sweeny 21oom : the gay green ark, Caspa ter o my uUSEM. The Loiden tours on anger wings Fer dear one as Was in sweer gnami Mary. W: mony I vow and lock'i embrace Our Parting vas u tender: And piediging it to meet again, We core curseis isunder: But, Ch feil Death's andmely frost, O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, But still within my besom's core R. Burns CXCII AULD ROBIN GRAY When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, And a' the world to rest are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride; But saving a croun he had naething else beside : To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea; And the croun and the pund were baith for me. He hadna been awa' a week but only twa, When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa; My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the seaAnd auld Robin Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin ; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win ; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me ! My heart it said nay; I look'd for Jamie back; wrack; His ship it was a wrack-why didna Jamie dee? My father urgit sair: my mother didna speak ; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break : They gi'ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea ; I hadna been a wife a week but only four, O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say ; I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; Lady A. Lindsay Waggie mest har tea ti night, eki isa che and ane) skögü, wein stud begi; Toby Toby The wooing ah Punes feet i, and Duncan pray'd; Wog was en is Arisa Chug: Punout sagit i mitt qut unit, Cac tos con bith beer and blin", Spuk 2 Cwput ower & ind: Pine and chance are but a ride, Sighood loves sair to bide : How it comes let doctors tell, Puncan was a lad o grace : R. Burns CXCIV THE SAILOR'S WIFE And are ye sure the news is true? Reach down my cloak, I'll to the quay, For there's nae luck about the house, There's little pleasure in the house And gie to me my bigonet, My bishop's satin gown; For I maun tell the baillie's wife Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside, Gie little Kate her button gown And Jock his Sunday coat; And mak their shoon as black as slaes, Their hose as white as snaw; It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's been long awa. There's twa fat hens upo' the coop And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka thing look braw, For wha can tell how Colin fared When he was far awa? |