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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
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ie o Geordies Byre. Adown winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring ;Adown winding Nith I did wander,Of Phillis to muse and to sing. Awd wP your belles and your beauties, They never w? her can compare;Whaever has met wf my Phillis,Has met w? the queen d the fair. The daisy amused my fond fancy, So artless, so simple, so wild ;Thou emblem, said I, o my Phillis, For she is simplicitys child. The rose-buds the blush o my charmer,Her sweet balmy lip when t is prest : How fair and how pure is the lily !But fairer and purer her breast. Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour,They neer wi my Phillis can vie : Her breath is the breath o the woodbine,Its dew-drop o diamond, her eye. Her voice is the song of the morning, That wakes thro the green-spreading grove, When Phcebus peeps over the mountains,On music, and pleasure, and love. But beauty, how frail and how fleeting,The bloom of a fine summers day ! While worth in the mind o my PhillisWill flourish without a decay.
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I.OKD GREGORY (> mirk, mirk is this midnighl hour, And loud the tempests roar ;\ waefu wanderer seeks tin towi Lord Gregory, ope tin door. i i 2l8 LORD GREGORY. An exile frae her fathers ha, And a for loving thee ;At least some pity on me sliaw, If love it may na be ! Lord Gregory, mindst thou not the grove, By bonnie Irwin side,Where first I ownd that virgin-love I lang, lang had denied ? How aften didst thou pledge and vow,Thou wad for aye be mine ! And my fond heart, itsel sae true.It neer mistrusted thine. Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory, And flinty, is thy breast :Thou dart of heaven, that flashest by, () wilt thou give me rest! Ye mustering thunders from above, Your willing victim see !But spare, and pardon my fausc love, His wrangs to heaven and me ! <*&Q$Ww JESSIE.TUNE—Bonnie Dundee. True-hearted was he, the sad swain o the Yarrow,And fair are the maids on the banks o the Ayr, But by the sweet side o the Niths winding river,Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fa

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