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Robert Burns
(1759–96)
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A
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
Anna, thy charms my bosom fire
B
But lately seen in gladsome green
C
Comin thro’ the rye, poor body
D
Duncan Gray cam here to woo
F
Flow gently, sweet Afton! among thy green braes
H
Husband, husband, cease your strife
I
I hae a wife o’ my ain
I married with a scolding wife
Is there for honest Poverty
J
John Anderson my jo, John
L
Lassie wi’ the lint-white locks
M
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My lov’d, my honour’d, much respected friend!
N
Nae gentle dames, tho’ e’er sae fair
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
O
O a’ ye pious godly flocks
O lassie, art thou sleeping yet
O luve will venture in
O Mary, at thy window be
O my Luve ’s like a red, red rose
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?
O Thou Great Being! what Thou art
O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause
O Thou, who in the heavens does dwell
O wert thou in the cauld blast
O wilt thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw
On a bank of flowers, in a summer day
P
Powers celestial! whose protection
S
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Simmer’s a pleasant time
T
There lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes
There were three kings into the east
Thou lingering star, with less’ning ray
U
Upon a simmer Sunday morn
W
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow’r
Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie
Wha is that at my bower-door?
What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie
When chapmen billies leave the street
When chill November’s surly blast
When lyart leaves bestrow the yird
When wild war’s deadly blast was blawn
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary
Y
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
Ye gallants bright, I red ye right