A wee bit o' Burns

[Penny Tray]

While I looked at her eye, for the devil is in it,
In a trice she whipt off my poor heart:
Her brow, cheek and lip in another sad minute,
My peace felt her murderous dart.

*THE HUE AND CRY OF JOHN LEWARS

[Penny Tray]

Her voice is the song o’ the morning,
That wakes thro the green-spreading grove,
When Phoebus peeps over the mountains
On music, and pleasure, and love.

*ADOWN WINDING NITH

[Penny Tray]

O, why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life’s dearest bands untwining?
Or why sae sweet a flower as love
Depend on Fortune’s shining?

*POORTITH CAULD

[Penny Tray]

Come let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne’er shall sunder,
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The world’s wealth and grandeur!


*COME, LET ME TAKE THEE

[Penny Tray]

The crystal waters round us fa’
The merry birds are lovers a’,
The scented breezes round us blaw
A wandering wi’ my Davie.

*DAINTY DAVIE

[Penny Tray]

When Winter muffles up his cloak,
And binds the mire like a rock;
When to the loughs the curlers flock,
Wi’ gleesome speed,
Wha will they station at the cock –
Tam Samson’s dead!

*TAM SAMSON’S ELEGY

[Penny Tray]

Now’s the day, and now’s the hour:
See the front o’ battle lour,
See approach proud Edward’s power –
Chains and slaverie!

*SCOTS WHA HAE

[Penny Tray]

‘Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, sir!
Tho’ I am your wedded wife,
Yet I am not your slave, sir.’

*HUSBAND, HUSBAND, CEASE YOUR STRIFE

[Penny Tray]

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still my dear,
Till a’ the seas gangs dry.

*MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE

[Hughie]

An absolute classic to a romantic like me.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still my dear,
Till a’ the seas gangs dry.

*MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE

[Penny Tray]

Mark the winds, and mark the skies,
Ocean’s ebb and ocean’s flow.
Sun and moon but set to rise,
Round and round the seasons go.
Why then ask of silly man
To oppose great Nature’s plan?
We’ll be constant while we can –
You can be no more, you know!

*LET NOT WOMEN E’ER COMPLAIN

[Penny Tray]

But lately seen in gladsome green,
The woods rejoiced the day:
Thro’ gentle showers, the laughing flowers
In double pride were gay;
But now our joys are fled
On winter blasts awa,
Yet maiden May in rich array,
Again shall bring them a’.

*THE WINTER OF LIFE