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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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is come,And a folk bound to sleep; I think on him thats far awa, The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear,The lee-lang night, and weep. HER FLOWING LOCKS. Tune—Unknown. - Her flowing locks, the ravens wing,Adown her neck and bosom hing;How sweet unto that breast to cling, And round that neck entwine her!Her lips are roses wat wi dew,O, what a feast her bonnie mou!Her cheeks a mair celestial hue, A crimson still diviner. O STEER HER UP.Tune—0 steer her up and haud her gaun.O steer her up and haud her gaun— Her mithers at the mill, jo;An gin she winna tak a man, Een let her tak her will, jo :First shore her wi a kindly kiss, And ca anither gill, jo,An gin she tak the thing amiss, Een let her flyte her fill, jo. O steer her up, and be na blate, An gin she tak it ill, jo,Then leae the lassie till her fate, An time nae langer spill, jo : FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY. 249 Neer break your heart for ae rebut,But think upon it still, jo ; That gin the lassie winna dot,Yell fin anither will, jo.
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FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY.Tune—For the sake of Somebody. My heart is sair—I dare na tell—My heart is sair for Somebody ; I could wake a winter nightFor the sake o Somebody. 2 K 250 SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS. Oh-hon ! for Somebody !Oh-hey ! for Somebody !I could range the world around,For the sake o Somebody! Ye Powers that smile on virtuous love, O, sweetly smile on Somebody!Frae ilka danger keep him free,And send me safe my Somebody.Oh-hon ! for Somebody !Oh-hey ! for Somebody !I wad do—what wad I not 1For the sake o Somebody 1 THE HIGHLAND WIDOWS LAMENT. Oh ! I am come to the low countrie, Och-on, och-on, och-rie !Without a penny in my purse, To buy a meal to me. It was na sae in the Highland hills, Och-on, och-on, och-rie !Nae woman in the country wide Sae happy was as me. For then I had a score o kye, Och-on, och-on, och-rie !Feeding on yon hills so high, And giving milk to me. And there I had three score o yowes, Och-on, och-on, och-rie !Skipping on yon bonnie knowes, And cast

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