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Title: Poems and songs
Year: 1858 (1850s)
Authors: Burns, Robert, 1759-1796
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Publisher: London : Bell and Daldy
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ke Logan to the simmer sun.But now thy flowry banks appearLike drumlie winter, dark and drear,While my dear lad maun face his faes.Far, far frae me and Logan braes. Again the merry month o May Has made our hills and valleys gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy bowrs, The bees hum round the breathing flowrs Blythe morning lifts his rosy eye, And evnings tears are tears of joy : My soul, delightless, a surveys, While Willies far frae Logan braes. Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush,Amang her nestlings, sits the thrush ;Her faithfu mate will share her toil,Or wi his song her cares beguile :But I, wi my sweet nurslings here,Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer,Pass widowd nights and joyless days,While Willies far frae Logan braes. O wae upon you, men o state,That brethren rouse to deadly hate !As ye make monie a fond heart mourn,Sae may it on your heads return !How can your flinty hearts enjoyThe widows tears, the orphans crj iBut soon may peace bring happy days,And Willie name to Logan braes!
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SWEET CLOSES THE EVENING. Tune— Craigie-burn-wood. Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,And 0 to be lying beyond tine, 0 sweetly, soundly, weel may lie sleep,That V laid in the bed bexond thee. SWEET CLOSES THE EVENING. : i ; Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-burn-wood, And blythely awakens the morrow ;Bnt the pride of the spring in the Craigie-burn-wood, Can yield to me nothing but sorrow. I see the spreading leaves and flowers, I hear the wild birds singing;But pleasure they hae nane for me, While care my heart is wringing. I canna tell, I maun na tell, I dare na for your anger;But secret love will break my heart If I conceal it langer. I see thee gracefu, straight and tall, I see thee sweet and bonnie,But oh, what will my torments be, If thou refuse thy Johnie ! To see thee in anithers arms, In love to lie and languish,Twad be my dead, that will be seen, My heart wad burst wi anguish. But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine, Say, thou loes nane before me ;An a my days o life to

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