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Robert Burns
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(1759-1796)
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A Bard's Epitaph
Is there a whim-inspired fool,
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A Bottle And Friend
There's nane that's blest of human kind,
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A Dedication
Expect na, sir, in this narration,
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A Dream
Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!
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A Fiddler In The North
Amang the trees, where humming bees,
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A Grace After Dinner
O thou, in whom we live and move-
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A Grace Before Dinner
O thou who kindly dost provide
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A Health To Ane I Loe Dear
Chorus-Here's a health to ane I loe dear,
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A Lass Wi' A Tocher
Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' Beauty's alarms,
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A Man's a Man for A' That
Is there for honesty poverty
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A Mother's Lament For the Death of Her Son.
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,
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A New Psalm For The Chapel Of Kilmarnock
O sing a new song to the Lord,
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A Poets's Welcome to His Love-Begotten Daughter
Thou's welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me,
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A Red, Red Rose
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
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A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk
A Rose-bud by my early walk,
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A Stanza Added In A Mason Lodge
Then fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow,
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A Tippling Ballad
When Princes and Prelates,
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A Vision
As I stood by yon roofless tower,
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A Waukrife Minnie
Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass,
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A Winter Night
When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
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Adam Armour's Prayer
Gude pity me, because I'm little!
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Address Of Beelzebub
Long life, my Lord, an' health be yours,
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Address Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her Benefit Night, December 4th, 1793
Still anxious to secure your partial favour,
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Address To A Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
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Address To Edinburgh
Edina! Scotia's darling seat!
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Address to the Devil
O Thou! whatever title suit thee-
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Address To The Shade Of Thomson
While virgin Spring by Eden's flood,
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Address To The Toothache
My curse upon your venom'd stang,
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Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous
My Son, these maxims make a rule,
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Address To The Woodlark
O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
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Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee
Revered defender of beauteous Stuart,
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Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
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Afton Water
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
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Again Rejoicing Nature Sees
Again rejoicing nature see
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Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear
Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!
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Altho' He Has Left Me
Altho' he has left me for greed o' the siller,
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Anna
Yestreen I had a pint o' wine
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Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation to His Auld Mare, Maggie On giving her the accustomed ripp of corn to hansel in the New-Year, The
A Guide New-year I wish thee, Maggie!
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Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
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Banks O' Doon, The
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
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Battle Of Sherramuir, The
"O cam ye here the fight to shun,
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Birks Of Aberfeldie, The
Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes,
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Bonie Peggy Alison
And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
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Bonie Wee Thing, The
Chorus:- Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
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Bonnie Lesley
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
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Ca' the Yowes to the Knowes
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
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Carigieburn Wood
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn
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Comin Thro' The Rye
O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body,
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Cotter's Saturday Night, The
My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend!
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Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie, The
As Mailie, an' her lambs thegither,
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Despondency -- An Ode
Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care
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Duncan Gray
Duncan Gray came here to woo,
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Epitaph on Holy Willie
Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care
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First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified, The
O Thou, the first, the greatest friend
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For A' That and A' That
Is there, for honest poverty,
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From Lines to William Simson
Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
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Handsome Nell
Once I lov'd a bonie lass,
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Here's A Health To Them That's Awa
Here's a health to them that's awa
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Here's To Thy Health
Here's to thy health, my bonie lass,
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Highland Mary
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
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Holy Fair, The
Upon a simmer Sunday morn,
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Holy Willie's Prayer
O Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,
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I Dream'd I Lay
I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing
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In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
The sun he is sunk in the west,
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It was a' for our Rightful King
It was a' for our rightful king
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John Anderson, My Jo
John Anderson, my jo, John,
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John Barleycorn: A Ballad
There was three kings unto the east,
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Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots, On the Apporch of Spring
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
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Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The
On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells;
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Lass That Made the Bed to Me, The
When Januar' wind was blawing cauld,
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Last May a Braw Wooer
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
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Lines on the Fall of Fyers Near Loch Ness
Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
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Love in the Guise of Frindship
Talk not of love, it gives me pain,
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Mary Morison
O Mary, at thy window be
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Montgomerie's Peggy
Altho' my bed were in yon muir,
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My Highland Lassie, O
Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair
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Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green
Now spring has clad the grove in green
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Ny Nannie, O
Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows
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O Thou Dread Power
O Thou dread Power, who reign'st above,
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O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
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O, Were My Love
O, were my love yon lilac fair
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Of a' the Airts
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
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On A Bank Of Flowers
On a bank of flowers in a summer day
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Paraphrase Of The First Psalm
The man, in life wherever plac'd,
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Peggy
Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns
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Ploughman's Life, The
As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring,
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Poor Mailie's Elegy
Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,
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Prayer, Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish
O Thou Great Being! what Thou art,
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Rigs O' Barley, The
It was upon a Lammas night,
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Ronalds Of The Bennals, The
In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,
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Scotch Drink
Let other poets raise a fracas
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Scots Wha Hae
Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled
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Tam Glen
My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
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Tam O' Shanter
When chapman billies leave the street,
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Tarbolton Lasses, The
If ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
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Tarbolton Lasses, The
If ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
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Tear-drop, The
Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e;
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Thou Lingering Star
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,
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To A Kiss
Humid seal of soft affections,
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To A Louse
Ha! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?
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To a Mountain Daisy
Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,
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To A Mouse
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
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To The Wood-Lark
O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay,
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Tragic Fragment
All devil as I am-a damned wretch,
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Up in the Morning Early
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
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Verses to Clarinda
Fair Empress of the poet's soul,
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Willie Wastle
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,
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Winter: A Dirge
The wintry west extends his blast,
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Wounded Hare, The
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
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Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon)
Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
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