Anna, Thy Charms.

Tune - "Bonnie Mary."



    Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,
        And waste my soul with care;
    But ah! how bootless to admire,
        When fated to despair!
    Yet in thy presence, lovely fair,
        To hope may be forgiv'n;
    For sure 'twere impious to despair,
        So much in sight of Heav'n.

Robert Burns

Robert Burns, also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire, and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. Born on January 25, 1759, in Alloway, he is best known for works such as 'Auld Lang Syne,' 'Scots Wha Hae,' and 'A Red, Red Rose.' He passed away on July 21, 1796, in Dumfries.

Robert Burns

How Lang And Dreary Is The Night.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

A Fragment.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

Willie Chalmers.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

To General Dumourier. Parody On Robin Adair.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

English

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The Gowden Locks Of Anna.

Tune - "Banks of Banna."



I.

    Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,
        A place where body saw na';
    Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine
        The gowden locks of Anna.
    The hungry Jew in wilderness
        Rejoicing o'er his manna,
    Was naething to my hinny bliss
        Upon the lips of Anna.

II.

    Ye monarchs tak the east and west,
        Frae Indus to Savannah!
    Gie me within my straining grasp
        The melting form of Anna.
    There I'll despise imperial charms,
        An empress or sultana,
    While dying raptures in her arms
        I give and take with Anna!

III.

    Awa, thou flaunting god o' day!
        Awa, thou pale Diana!
    Ilk star gae hi...

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'Twas Na Her Bonnie Blue Een.

Tune - *Laddie, lie near me.*


I.

    'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin;
    Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoing:
    'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us,
    'Twas the bewitching, sweet stown glance o' kindness.

II.

    Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me,
    Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me!
    But tho' fell fortune should fate us to sever,
    Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.

III.

    Mary, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest,
    And thou hast plighted me love o' the dearest!
    And thou'rt the angel that never can alter -
    Sooner the sun in his motion would falter.

Robert Burns

Mary Morison.

Tune - "Bide ye yet."



I.

    O Mary, at thy window be,
        It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!
    Those smiles and glances let me see
        That make the miser's treasure poor:
    How blithely wad I bide the stoure,
        A weary slave frae sun to sun;
    Could I the rich reward secure,
        The lovely Mary Morison!

II.

    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 or saw:
    Tho' this was fair, and that was braw,
        And yon the toast of a' the town,
    I sigh'd, and said amang them a',
        "Ye are na Mary Morison."

III.

    O Mary, canst thou wreck hi...

Robert Burns

Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near.

Tune - "Let me in this ae night."



I.

    Forlorn, my love, no comfort near,
    Far, far from thee, I wander here;
    Far, far from thee, the fate severe
        At which I most repine, love.
            O wert thou, love, but near me;
            But near, near, near me;
            How kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
                And mingle sighs with mine, love

II.

    Around me scowls a wintry sky,
    That blasts each bud of hope and joy;
    And shelter, shade, nor home have I,
        Save in those arms of thine, love.

III.

    Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,
    To poison Fortune's ruthless dart,
    Let me not break thy faithful heart,
        And say that fate is mine, lov...

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Fair Jeany.

Tune - "Saw ye my father?"



I.

    Where are the joys I have met in the morning,
        That danc'd to the lark's early song?
    Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring,
        At evening the wild woods among?

II.

    No more a-winding the course of yon river,
        And marking sweet flow'rets so fair:
    No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
        But sorrow and sad sighing care.

III.

    Is it that summer's forsaken our valleys,
        And grim, surly winter is near?
    No, no, the bees' humming round the gay roses,
        Proclaim it the pride of the year.

IV.

    Fain would I hide, what I fear to discover,
        Yet long, long too well have I known,

Robert Burns

Mary!

Tune - "Blue Bonnets."


I.

    Powers celestial! whose protection
        Ever guards the virtuous fair,
    While in distant climes I wander,
        Let my Mary be your care:
    Let her form sae fair and faultless,
        Fair and faultless as your own,
    Let my Mary's kindred spirit
        Draw your choicest influence down.

II.

    Make the gales you waft around her
        Soft and peaceful as her breast;
    Breathing in the breeze that fans her,
        Soothe her bosom into rest:
    Guardian angels! O protect her,
        When in distant lands I roam;
    To realms unknown while fate exiles me,
        Make her bosom still my home.

Robert Burns