72. Song-Young Peggy Blooms (Robert Burns Poem)
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
He. O PHILLY, happy be that day, When roving thro' the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart was stown away, And ...
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues: Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
GANE is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light; Gude ale and bratdy's ...
ALTHO' my back be at the wa', And tho' he be the fautor; Altho' my back be at the wa', ...
THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn, Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn, O'er moors and ...
HEE balou, my sweet wee Donald, Picture o' the great Clanronald; Brawlie kens our wanton Chief Wha gat my young ...
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
THOU ling'ring star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My ...
Chorus.-MY lady's gown, there's gairs upon't, And gowden flowers sae rare upon't; But Jenny's jimps and jirkinet, My lord thinks ...
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
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