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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
Dear — — —, I’ll gie ye some advice
Duncan Gray cam here to woo
F
Flow gently, sweet Afton! among thy green braes
H
Here Stuarts once in glory reigned
Husband, husband, cease your strife
I
I hae a wife o’ my ain
I married with a scolding wife
In Politics if thou would’st mix
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb’rous art
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
Of Lordly acquaintance you boast
Oh, open the door, some pity to shew
On a bank of flowers, in a summer day
P
Powers celestial! whose protection
S
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Simmer’s a pleasant time
Some Folk hae meat that canna eat
T
That there is a falsehood in his looks
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
Whoe’er thou art, O reader, know
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary
Y
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
Ye gallants bright, I red ye right
Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks?