the crystal waters round us fa',
the merry birds are lovers a',
the scented breezes round us blaw,
a wandering wi' my davie.
meet me on, c.
as purple morning starts the hare,
to steal upon her early fare,
then thro' the dews i will repair,
to meet my faithfu' davie.
meet me on, c.
when day, expiring in the west,
the curtain draws o' nature's rest,
i flee to his arms i loe' the best,
and that's my ain dear davie.
meet me on, c.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns robert bruces march to bannockburn robert bruce's march to bannockburn
scots, wha hae wi' wallace bled,
scots, wham bruce has aften led,
wee to your gory bed,
or to victorie!
now's the day, and now's the hour;
see the front o' battle lour;
see approach proud edward's power—
chains and slaverie!
wha will be a traitor knave?
wha can fill a coward's grave?
wha sae base as be a slave?
let him turn and flee!
wha, for scotland's king and law,
freedom's sword will strongly draw,
free-man stand, or free-man fa',
let him on wi' me!
by oppression's woes and pains!
by your sons in servile chains!
we will drain our dearest veins,
but they shall be free!
lay the proud usurpers low!
tyrants fall in every foe!
liberty's in every blow!—
let us do or die!
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns behold the hour, the boat arrive behold the hour, the boat arrive
behold the hour, the boat arrive;
thou goest, the darling of my heart;
sever'd from thee, can i survive,
but fate has will'd and we must part.
i'll often greet the surging swell,
yon distant isle will often hail:
“e'en here i took the last farewell;
there, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail.”
along the solitary shore,
while flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
across the rolling, dashing roar,
i'll westward turn my wistful eye:
“happy thou indian grove,” i'll say,
“where now my nancy's path may be!
while thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
o tell me, does she muse on me!”
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns down the burn, davie down the burn, davie
as down the burn they took their way,
and thro' the flowery dale;
his cheek to hers he aft did lay,
and love was aye the tale:
with “mary, when shall we return,
sic pleasure to renew?”
&
h mary—“love, i like the burn,
and aye shall follow you.”
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns thou hast left me ever, jamie thou hast left me ever, jamie
tune—“fee him, father, fee him.”
thou hast left me ever, jamie,
thou hast left me ever;
thou has left me ever, jamie,
thou hast left me ever:
aften hast thou vow'd that death
only should us sever;
now thou'st left thy lass for aye—
i maun see thee never, jamie,
i'll see thee never.
thou hast me forsaken, jamie,
thou hast me forsaken;
thou hast me forsaken, jamie,
thou hast me forsaken;
thou canst love another jo,
while my heart is breaking;
soon my weary een i'll close,
never mair to waken, jamie,
never mair to waken!
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns where are the joys i have met? where are the joys i have met?
tune—“saw ye my father.”
where are the joys i have met in the morning,
that danc'd to the lark's early song?
where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring,
at evening the wild-woods among?
no more a winding the course of yon river,
and marking sweet flowerets so fair,
no more i trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
but sorrow and sad-sighing care.
is it that summer's forsaken our valleys,
and grim, surly winter is near?
no, no, the bees humming round the gay roses
proclaim it the pride of the year.
fain would i hide what i fear to discover,
yet long, long, too well have i known;
all that has caused this wreck in my bosom,
is jenny, fair jenny alone.
time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
nor hope dare afort bestow:
e then, enamour'd and fond of my anguish,
enjoyment i'll seek in my woe.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns deluded swain, the pleasure deluded swain, the pleasure
tune—“the collier's dochter.”
deluded swain, the pleasure
the fickle fair can give thee,
is but a fairy treasure,
thy hopes will soon deceive thee:
the billows on the ocean,
the breezes idly roaming,
the cloud's uncertain motion,
they are but types of woman.
o art thou not asham'd
to doat upon a feature?
if man thou wouldst be nam'd,
despise the silly creature.
go, find an honest fellow,
good claret set before thee,
hold on till thou art mellow,
and then to bed in glory!
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns thine am i, my faithful fair thine am i, my faithful fair
tune—“the quaker's wife.”
thine am i, my faithful fair,
thine, my lovely nancy;
ev'ry pulse along my veins,
ev'ry roving fancy.
to thy bosom lay my heart,
there to throb and languish;
tho' despair had wrung its core,
that would heal its anguish.
take away those rosy lips,
rich with balmy treasure;
turn away thine eyes of love,
lest i die with pleasure!
what is life when wanting love?
night without a morning:
love's the cloudless summer sun,
nature gay adorning.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns on mrs. riddells birthday on mrs. riddell's birthday
4th november 1793.
old winter, with his frosty beard,
thus once to jove his prayer preferred:
“what have i done of all the year,
to bear this hated doom severe?
my cheerless suns no pleasure know;
night's horrid car drags, dreary slow;
my dismal months no joys are crowning,
but spleeny english hanging, drowning.
“now jove, for once be mighty civil.
to counterbalance all this evil;
give me, and i've no more to say,
give me maria's natal day!
that brilliant gift shall so enrich me,
spring, summer, autumn, cannot match me.”
“'tis done!” says jove; so ends my story,
and winter once rejoiced in glory.
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns my spouse nancy my spouse nancy
tune—“my jo janet.”
“husband, husband, cease your strife,
nor longer idly rave, sir;
tho' i am your wedded wife
yet i am not your slave, sir.”
“one of two must still obey,
nancy, nancy;
is it man or woman, say,
my spouse nancy?'
“if 'tis still the lordly word,
service and obedience;
i'll desert my sov'reign lord,
and so, good bye, allegiance!”
“sad shall i be, so bereft,
nancy, nancy;
yet i'll try to make a shift,
my spouse nancy.”
“my poor heart, then break it must,
my last hour i am near it:
when you lay me in the dust,
think how you will bear it.”
“i will hope and trust in heaven,
nancy, nancy;
strength to bear it will be given,
my spouse nancy.”
“well, sir, from the silent dead,
still i'll try to daunt you;
ever round your midnight bed
horrid sprites shall haunt you!”
“i'll wed another like my dear
nancy, nancy;
then all hell will fly for fear,
my spouse nancy.”
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns address address
spoken by miss fontenelle on her benefit night, december 4th, 1793, at the theatre, dumfries.
still anxious to secure your partial favour,
and not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever,
a prologue, epilogue, or some such matter,