with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
180 She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair O' nice education but sma' is her share ; Her parentage humble as humble can be But I lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me.^ To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize. In her armour of glances, and bkishes, and sighs And when wit and refinement ha*e polish'd her darts, They dazzle our een, as they fly to our hearts. But kindness, sweet kindness^ in the fond sparkling e'e, Has lustre outshining the diamond to me And the heart-beating love, as I'm clasp'd in her arms, O, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms * " I love my love because I know my love loves me." ; ; 3Iaid in Bedlam, ! ;
181 IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONIE FACE. These were originally English verses:—I gave them their Scotch dress. It is na, Jean, thy bonie face, Nor shape that I admire, Altho' thy beauty and thy grace Might weel awauk desire. Something in ilka part o' thee To praise, to love, I find But dear as is thy form to me, Still dearer is thy mind. Nae mair ungen'rous wish I hae, Nor stronger in my breast. Than, if I canna mak thee sae, At least to see thee blest. Content am I, if heaven shall give But happiness to thee And as wi' thee I'd wish to live, For thee Fd bear to die. : ;
- Page 386 and 387: 130 COCKFEN. O, when she came ben s
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- Page 390 and 391: J34 LADIE MARY ANN. O Lady Mary Ann
- Page 392 and 393: 136 It is the moon, I ken her horn,
- Page 394 and 395: 138 With sword and terge into their
- Page 396 and 397: 140 The solemn league and covenant
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- Page 402 and 403: 146 CRAIGIE-BURN WOOD. Sweet closes
- Page 404 and 405: 148 Brightest climes shall mirk app
- Page 406 and 407: 150 When we had three times toom'd
- Page 408 and 409: u^ HUGHIE GRAHAM. Our lords are to
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- Page 412 and 413: 156 THE BONNY ERLE OF MURRAY. The l
- Page 414 and 415: 15S ; ; But blinks o' her beauty, a
- Page 416 and 417: 160 Your proffer o' luve's an airle
- Page 418 and 419: 16^ The church is in ruins, the sta
- Page 420 and 421: 164 " O welcome, most kindly," the
- Page 422 and 423: 166 I DO CONFESS THOU ART SAE FAIR.
- Page 424 and 425: 168 THE SOGER LADDIE. The first ver
- Page 426 and 427: 170 A bonie bonie lassie she was, A
- Page 428 and 429: 172 A gleib o' Ian', a claut o' gea
- Page 430 and 431: 174 O ER THE MOOR AMANO THE HEATHER
- Page 432 and 433: 176 While thus we lay she sang a sa
- Page 434 and 435: 178 If ruthless Li^ pass this M^ay,
- Page 438 and 439: 18£ EPPIE m'NAB. The old song, wit
- Page 440 and 441: 184 THOU ART GANE AWA. This tune is
- Page 442 and 443: 186 No cold approach, no alter'd mi
- Page 444 and 445: 188 were composed to commemorate th
- Page 446 and 447: 190 LUCKY NANSIE. While fops in sof
- Page 448 and 449: 127 Hear then my charitable vow, De
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- Page 452 and 453: 196 FRAGMENTS. Tune — Willie's Ra
- Page 454 and 455: 198 She's ta'en three links of her
- Page 456 and 457: 200 But he set her on a coal-black
- Page 458 and 459: 202 BONNIE DUNDEE.* whare gat ye th
- Page 460 and 461: 204 YOUNG HYNHORN. ( To its own Tun
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- Page 465 and 466: 209 Among the MS. papers of Burns,
- Page 467 and 468: 211 WATTY AND MEG. The reader is he
- Page 469 and 470: ^13 Dryster Jock was sitting cracky
- Page 471 and 472: 215 Mungo fill'd him up a toothfu',
- Page 473 and 474: 217 '* Night and day she's ever yel
- Page 475 and 476: 219 ^ For a wee I quietly knuckl'd,
- Page 477 and 478: 221 " Ye'U sit wi' your limmers rou
- Page 479 and 480: 223 " Owre the seas I march this mo
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181<br />
IT IS NA, JEAN, THY BONIE FACE.<br />
These were originally English verses:—I gave<br />
them their Scotch dress.<br />
It is na, Jean, thy bonie face,<br />
Nor shape that I admire,<br />
Altho' thy beauty <strong>and</strong> thy grace<br />
Might weel awauk desire.<br />
Something in ilka part o' thee<br />
To praise, to love, I find<br />
But dear as is thy form to me,<br />
Still dearer is thy mind.<br />
Nae mair ungen'rous wish I hae,<br />
Nor stronger in my breast.<br />
Than, if I canna mak thee sae,<br />
At least to see thee blest.<br />
Content am I, if heaven shall give<br />
But happiness to thee<br />
And as wi' thee I'd wish to live,<br />
For thee Fd bear to die.<br />
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