A wee bit o' Burns

[Penny Tray]

When I sleep I dream,
When I wauk I’m eerie,
Sleep I can get nane,
For thinkin’ on my dearie.

*AY WAUKIN, O

[Penny Tray]

Youth, Grace, and Love attendant move,
And Pleasure leads the van:
In a’ their charms, and conquering arms,
They wait on bonie Ann.

*BEWARE OF BONIE ANN

[Penny Tray]

Her clos’d eyes, like weapons sheath’d,
Were sealed in soft repose;
Her lips, still as she fragrant breath’d,
It richer dyed the rose.
The springing lilies, sweetly prest,
Wild-wanton kiss’d her rival breast:
He gaz’d, he wish’d,
He fear’d, he blush’d,
His bosom ill at rest.

*ON A BANK OF FLOWERS

[Penny Tray]

The crystal waters gently fa’,
The merry birds are lovers a’,
The scented breezes round him blaw –
The gard’ner wi’ his paidle.

*THE GARD’NER WI’ HIS PAIDLE

[Penny Tray]

If I be black, I canna be lo’ed;
If I be fair, I canna be gude;
If I be lordly, the lads will look by me:
O dear minny, what shall I do.

*O DEAR MINNY

[Penny Tray]

For beauty and fortune the laddie’s been courtin’:
Weel-featur’d, weel-tocher’d, weel-mounted, an’ braw,
But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her –
The penny’s the jewel that beautifies a’!

*THERE’S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY

[Penny Tray]

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birthplace of valour, the country of worth!
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

*MY HEART’S IN THE HIGHLANDS

[Penny Tray]

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty prow,
John Anderson, my jo!

*JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO

[Penny Tray]

Our thrissles flourish’d fresh and fair,
And bonie bloom’d our roses;
But Whigs cam’ like a frost in June,
An’ wither’d a’ our posies.

*AWA, WHIGS, AWA

[Penny Tray]

They’ve lost some gallant gentlemen,
Amang the Highland clans, man!
I fear Lord Panmure is slain,
Or in his en’mies’ hands, man.

*THE BATTLE OF SHERRAMUIR

[Penny Tray]

Tho women’s minds like winter winds
May shift and turn, an’ a’ that,
The noblest breast adores them maist –
A consequence, I draw that.

*THO WOMEN’S MINDS

[Penny Tray]

I faught at land, I faught at sea,
At hame I faught my auntie, O;
But I met the Devil an’ Dundee,
On the braes o’ KIlliecrankie, O.

*KILLIECRANKIE