191. Song-Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary (Robert Burns Poems)
IN comin by the brig o' Dye, At Darlet we a blink did tarry; As day was dawnin in the ...
IN comin by the brig o' Dye, At Darlet we a blink did tarry; As day was dawnin in the ...
YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
GO, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before ...
WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave auld Scotia's shore? Will ye go to the Indies, my ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
AS down the burn they took their way, And thro' the flowery dale; His cheek to hers he aft did ...
WHOM will you send to London town, To Parliament and a' that? Or wha in a' the country round The ...
O LADY Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa', She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba', The youngest ...
THOU ling'ring star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My ...
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For ...
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's ...
O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low Lest I should fear ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air ...
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