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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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nce ! 2 R 3°6 SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS Sad will I be so bereft,Nancy, Nancy;Yet Ill try to make a shift,My spouse, Nancy. My poor heart then break it must, My last hour Im near it:When you lay me in the dust, Think, think, how you will bear it. I will hope and trust in heaven, Nancy, Nancy;Strength to bear it will be given, My spouse, Nancy. Well, sir, from the silent dead, Still Ill try to daunt you;Ever round your midnight bed Horrid sprites shall haunt you.Ill wed another, like my dear Nancy, Nancy;Then all hell will fly for fear, My spouse, Nancy. HERE IS THE GLEN. Tune—Banks of Cree.Here is the glen, and here the bower, All underneath the birchen shade ;The village-bell has told the hour— O what can stay my lovely maid 1 Tis not Marias whispering call; Tis not the balmy-breathing gale,Mixt with some warblers dying fall, The dewy star of eve to hail. It is Marias voice I hear! So calls the woodlark in the grove,His little faithful mate to cheer, At once tis music—and tis love.
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SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS. How blithely wad I bide the stoure,A weary slave frae sun to sun; Could I the rich reward secure,The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string,The dance gaed thro the lighted ha, To thee my fancy took its wing,I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho this was fair, and that was braw,And yon the toast of a the town, I sighd, and said, amang them a, Ye are na Mary Morison. O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace Wha for thy sake would gladly dee ?Or canst thou break that heart of his Whase only faut is loving thee 1If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown;A thought ungentle canna be The thought o Mary Morison. HAPPY FRIENDSHIP. Here around the ingle bleezing,Wha sae happy and sae free ; Tho the northern wind blaws freezing,Frienship warms baith you and me. Happy we are a thegither,Happy well be yin an a, Time shall see us a the blitherEre we rise to gang awa. See the miser oer his treasure, Gloating wi a greedy ee !Can he feel the

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