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ROBERT BURNS

1759-1796

507                                           Mary Morison

O MARY, at thy window be,
   It is the wishd, the trysted hour!
Those smiles and glances let me see,
   That make the misers treasure poor:
How blythely wad I bide the stour1
   A weary slave frae sun to sun,
Could I the rich reward secure,
   The lovely Mary Morison!
Yestreen, when to the trembling string
    The dance gaed thro the lighted ha,
To thee my fancy took its wing,
   I sat, but neither heard nor saw:
Tho this was fair, and that was braw,
   And yon the toast of a the town,
I sighd, and said amang them a,
   Ye arena Mary Morison.
O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,
   Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
Or canst thou break that heart of his,
   Whase only faut is loving thee?
If love for love thou wiltna gie,
   At least be pity to me shown;
A thought ungentle canna be
   The thought o Mary Morison.

1 stour: dust, turmoil.

508                                                Jean

OF a the airts1 the wind can blaw,
    I dearly like the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
    The lassie I loe best:
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,2
    And monie a hill between;
But day and night my fancys flight
    Is ever wi my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers,
    I see her sweet and fair:
I hear her in the tunefu birds,
    I hear her charm the air:
Theres not a bonnie flower that springs
    By fountain, shaw, or green;
Theres not a bonnie bird that sings,
    But minds me o my Jean.

1 airts: points of the compass.

2 row: roll.

509                                           Auld Lang Syne

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,
   And never brought to min?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
   And days o lang syne?
We twa hae rin about the braes,
   And pud the gowans1 fine;
But weve wanderd monie a weary fit2
   Sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidlt i the burn,
   Frae mornin sun till dine;3
But seas between us braid hae roard
   Sin auld lang syne.
And heres a hand, my trusty fiere,4
   And gies a hand o thine;
And well tak a right guid-willie waught5
   For auld lang syne.
And surely yell be your pint-stowp,
   And surely Ill be mine;
And well tak a cup o kindness yet
   For auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear,
   For auld lang syne,
Well tak a cup o kindness yet
   For auld lang syne.

1 gowans: daisies.

2 fit: foot.

3 dine: dinner-time.

4 fiere: partner.

5 guid-willie waught: friendly draught.

510                                        My Bonnie Mary

GO fetch to me a pint o wine,
   An fill it in a silver tassie,1
That I may drink, before I go,
   A service to my bonnie lassie.
The boat rocks at the pier o Leith,
   Fu loud the wind blaws frae the ferry,
The ship rides by the Berwick-law,
   And I maun leave my bonnie Mary.
The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
   The glittering spears are rankàed ready;
The shouts o war are heard afar,
   The battle closes thick and bloody;
But its no the roar o sea or shore
   Wad mak me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shout o war thats heard afar
   Its leaving thee, my bonnie Mary!

1 tassie: cup.

511                                       John Anderson, my Jo

JOHN ANDERSON, my jo,1 John,
   When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
   Your bonnie brow was brent;2
But now your brow is beld,3 John,
   Your locks are like the snow;
But blessings on your frosty pow,4
   John Anderson, my jo!
John Anderson, my jo, John,
   We clamb the hill thegither;
And monie a canty5 day, John,
   Weve had wi ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
   But hand in hand well go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
   John Anderson, my jo.

1 jo: sweetheart.

2 brent: smooth, unwrinkled.

3 beld: bald.

4 pow: pate.

5 canty: cheerful.

512                                        The Banks o Doon

YE flowery banks o bonnie Doon,
    How can ye blume sae fair!
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
    And I sae fu o care!
Thoull break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
    That sings upon the bough;
Thou minds me o the happy days
    When my fause luve was true.
Thoull break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
    That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
    And wistna o my fate.
Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,
   To see the woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o its luve,
   And sae did I o mine.
Wi lightsome heart I pud a rose
   Upon a morn in June;
And sae I flourishd on the morn,
   And sae was pud or1 noon.
Wi lightsome heart I pud a rose
   Upon its thorny tree;
But my fause luver staw2 my rose,
   And left the thorn wi me.

1 or: ere.

2 staw: stole.

513                                           Ae Fond Kiss

AE fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears Ill pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans Ill wage thee!
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.
Ill neer blame my partial fancy;
Naething could resist my Nancy;
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never metor never parted,
We had neer been broken-hearted.
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears Ill pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans Ill wage1 thee!

1wage: stake, plight.

514                                              Bonnie Lesley

O SAW ye bonnie Lesley
   As she gaed oer the Border?
Shes gane, like Alexander,
   To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her,
   And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
   And neer made sic anither!
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
   Thy subjects we, before thee:
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
   The hearts o men adore thee.
The Deil he couldna scaith1 thee,
   Or aught that wad belang thee;
Hed look into thy bonnie face
   And say, I canna wrang thee!
The Powers aboon will tent2 thee,
   Misfortune shana steer3 thee:
Thourt like themsel sae lovely,
   That ill theyll neer let near thee.
Return again, fair Lesley,
   Return to Caledonie!
That we may brag we hae a lass
   Theres nane again sae bonnie!

1 scaith: harm.

2 tent: watch.

3 steer: molest.

515                                             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!1
There simmer first unfauld her robes,
   And there the langest tarry;
For there I took the last fareweel
   O my sweet Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloomd the gay green birk,
   How rich the hawthorns blossom,
As underneath their fragrant shade
   I claspd her to my bosom!
The golden hours on angel wings
   Flew oer me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
   Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi monie a vow and lockd embrace
   Our parting was fu tender;
And, pledging aft to meet again,
   We tore oursels asunder;
But oh! fell Deaths untimely frost,
   That nipt my flower sae early!
Now greens the sod, and caulds the clay,
   That wraps my Highland Mary!

O pale, pale now, those rosy lips
   I aft hae kissd sae fondly!
And closed for aye the sparkling glance
   That dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mouldering now in silent dust
   That heart that loed me dearly!
But still within my bosoms core
   Shall live my Highland Mary.

1 drumlie: miry.

516                                      O were my Love yon Lilac fair

O WERE my Love yon lilac fair,
   Wi purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
   When wearied on my little wing;
How I wad mourn when it was torn
   By autumn wild and winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing
   When youthfu May its bloom renewd.
O gin my Love were yon red rose
   That grows upon the castle wa,
And I mysel a drap o dew,
   Into her bonnie breast to fa;
O there, beyond expression blest,
   Id feast on beauty a the night;
Seald on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
   Till fleyd awa by Phbus light.

517                                            A Red, Red Rose

O MY Luves like a red, red rose
   Thats newly sprung in June:
O my Luves like the melodie
   Thats sweetly playd in tune!
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
   So deep in luve am I
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
   Till a the seas gang dry:
Till a the seas gang dry, my dear,
   And the rocks melt wi the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
   While the sands o life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
   And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
   Tho it were ten thousand mile.

518                                        Lament for Culloden

THE lovely lass o Inverness,
   Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For een and morn she cries, Alas!
   And aye the saut tear blins her ee:
Drumossie moor, Drumossie day,
   A waefu day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear,
   My father dear and brethren three.
Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay,
   Their graves are growing green to see;
And by them lies the dearest lad
   That ever blest a womans ee!
Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,
   A bluidy man I trow thou be;
For monie a heart thou hast made sair,
   That neer did wrang to thine or thee.

519                                            The Farewell

IT was a for our rightfu King
   We left fair Scotlands strand;
It was a for our rightfu King
   We eer saw Irish land,
                           My dear
We eer saw Irish land.
Now a is done that men can do,
   And a is done in vain;
My love and native land, farewell,
   For I maun cross the main,
                           My dear
For I maun cross the main.
He turnd him right and round about
   Upon the Irish shore;
And gae his bridle-reins a shake,
   With, Adieu for evermore,
                           My dear
With, Adieu for evermore!
The sodger frae the wars returns,
   The sailor frae the main;
But I hae parted frae my love,
   Never to meet again,
                           My dear
Never to meet again.
When day is gane, and night is come,
   And a folk bound to sleep,
I think on him thats far awa,
   The lee-lang night, and weep,
                           My dear
The lee-lang1 night, and weep.

1 lee-lang: livelong.

520                                           Hark! the Mavis

CA the yowes to the knowes,
Ca them where the heather grows,
Ca them where the burnie rows,
    My bonnie dearie
.
Hark! the mavis evening sang
Sounding Cloudens woods amang,
Then a-faulding let us gang,
   My bonnie dearie.
Well gae down by Clouden side,
Through the hazels spreading wide,
Oer the waves that sweetly glide
   To the moon sae clearly.
Yonder Cloudens silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours
Oer the dewy bending flowers
   Fairies dance sae cheery.
Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Thourt to Love and Heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near,
   My bonnie dearie.
Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can diebut canna part,
   My bonnie dearie.
While waters wimple to the sea;
While day blinks in the lift1 sae hie;
Till clay-cauld death shall blin my ee,
   Ye shall be my dearie.
Ca the yowes to the knowes...

1 lift: sky.

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