Address to the Unco Guid (Robert Burns Poems)
My Son, these maxims make a rule,An' lump them aye thegither;The Rigid Righteous is a fool,The Rigid Wise anither:The cleanest ...
My Son, these maxims make a rule,An' lump them aye thegither;The Rigid Righteous is a fool,The Rigid Wise anither:The cleanest ...
A Humorous Reading A strappin', sonsie, weel-matched pairWere Jock Macree an' Maggie Blair,An' mony wusses, said an' thinkit,They had that ...
A fiddler sits, wha has never been seen, On the ledgin' o' Boglebriggs;An' aye when the clock strikes the midnicht ...
By the bend of the stream stood the house of old Ledgie Cooper, a worthy man, who about a hundred ...
Pit the bairn on mammy's back, Ow'r her shuiders pit his feet;Let me grup his wee fat legs, While his ...
Auld Granny Grey Pow, Fetch the bairnies in;Bring them frae the Scaur Heid, Where they mak' sic din.Chase them frae ...
True love is water'd aye wi' tears,It grows 'neath stormy skies,It's fenced around wi' hopes and fears,An' fann'd wi' heartfelt ...
Air — "The Bog o' Gight."Oh, Cairney burn, sweet Cairney burn,Thou makest many a winding turn;How sweet thy murmurings to ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
Chorus.-O lovely Polly Stewart, O charming Polly Stewart, There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, That's half so fair ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
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