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Title: Poems & songs
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 Herdman, Robert, 1829-1888 Paterson, Robert, fl. 1860-1899
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Publisher: London : William P. Nimmo
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
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and stalwart ghaist arise,Attird as minstrels wont to be. Had I a statue been o stane, His daring look had daunted me ; And on his bonnet gravd was plain,The sacred posie— Liberty ! And frae his harp sic strains did flow,Might rousd the slumbring dead to hear But, oh ! it was a tale of woe,As ever met a Britons ear! He sang wi joy his former day, He, weeping, waild his latter times ; But what he said it was nae play,—I winna venturt in my rhymes. COME, LET ME TAKE THEE. Tune—Cauld Kail. Come, let me take thee to my breast, And pledge we neer shall sunder;And I shall spurn as vilest dust The warlds wealth and grandeur :And do I hear my Jeanie own That equal transports move her ?I ask for dearest life alone That I may live to love her. Thus in my arms, wi a thy charms, I clasp my countless treasure ;Ill seek nae mair o heaven to share, Than sic a moments pleasure :And by thy een, sae bonnie blue, I swear Im thine for ever!And on thy lips I seal my vow, And break it shall I never!
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SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS. Where the grouse lead their coveys thro the heather to feed,And the shepherd tents his flock as he pipes on his reed.Where the grouse lead their coveys thro the heather to feed,And the shepherd tents his flock as he pipes on his reed. Not Gowries rich valleys, nor Forths sunny shores,To me hae the charms o yon wild, mossy moors;For there, by a lanely, sequesterd clear stream,Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.For there, by a lanely, sequesterd clear stream,Resides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream. Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath;For there, wi my lassie, the day-lang I rove,While oer us, unheeded, flee the swift hours o love.For there, wi my lassie, the day-lang I rove,While oer us, unheeded, flee the swift hours o love. 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 loe the dear lassie because s

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