Bannocks O' Barley.

Tune - "The Killogie."



I.

    Bannocks o' bear meal,
        Bannocks o' barley;
    Here's to the Highlandman's
        Bannocks o' barley.
    Wha in a brulzie
        Will first cry a parley?
    Never the lads wi'
        The bannocks o' barley.

II.

    Bannocks o' bear meal,
        Bannocks o' barley;
    Here's to the lads wi'
        The bannocks o' barley.
    Wha in his wae-days
        Were loyal to Charlie?
    Wha but the lads wi'
        The bannocks o' barley?

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.

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The Rigs O' Barley.

Tune - "Corn rigs are bonnie."


I.

    It was upon a Lammas night,
        When corn rigs are bonnie,
    Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
        I held awa to Annie:
    The time flew by wi' tentless heed,
        'Till 'tween the late and early,
    Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed,
        To see me through the barley.

II.

    The sky was blue, the wind was still,
        The moon was shining clearly;
    I set her down wi' right good will,
        Amang the rigs o' barley:
    I ken't her heart was a' my ain;
        I lov'd her most sincerely;
    I kiss'd her owre and owre again,
        Amang the rigs o' barley.

III.

    I lock'd her in my fond embrace!
        Her heart was beat...

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O Willie Brew'd.

Tune - "Willie brew'd a peck o' maut."


I.

    O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,
        And Rob and Allan came to see:
    Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night
        Ye wad na find in Christendie.
                We are na fou, we're no that fou,
                    But just a drappie in our e'e;
                The cock may craw, the day may daw,
                    And aye we'll taste the barley bree.

II.

    Here are we met, three merry boys,
        Three merry boys, I trow, are we;
    And mony a night we've merry been,
        And mony mae we hope to be!

III.

    It is the moon--I ken her horn,
        That's blinkin in the lift sae hie;
    She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,
     ...

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Braw Lads Of Galla Water.

Tune - "Galla Water."


Chorus.

    Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;
        O braw lads of Galla Water:
    I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,
        And follow my love thro' the water.

I.

    Sae fair her hair, sae brent her brow,
        Sae bonny blue her een, my dearie;
    Sae white her teeth, sae sweet her mou',
        The mair I kiss she's ay my dearie.

II.

    O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae,
        O'er yon moss amang the heather;
    I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,
        And follow my love thro' the water.

III.

    Down amang the broom, the broom,
        Down amang the broom, my dearie,
    The lassie lost a silken snood,
        That cost her mony a blirt and blear...

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The Highland Laddie.

Tune - "If thou'lt play me fair play."



I.

    The bonniest lad that e'er I saw,
        Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
    Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw,
        Bonnie Highland laddie.
    On his head a bonnet blue,
        Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
    His royal heart was firm and true,
        Bonnie Highland laddie.

II.

    Trumpets sound, and cannons roar,
        Bonnie lassie; Lowland lassie;
    And a' the hills wi' echoes roar,
        Bonnie Lowland lassie.
    Glory, honour, now invite,
        Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie,
    For freedom and my king to fight,
        Bonnie Lowland lassie.

III.

    The sun a backward course shall take,
        Bonnie laddie, H...

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O Whar Did Ye Get

Tune - "Bonnie Dundee."


I.

    O, whar did ye get that hauver meal bannock?
        O silly blind body, O dinna ye see?
    I gat it frae a young brisk sodger laddie,
        Between Saint Johnston and bonnie Dundee.
    O gin I saw the laddie that gae me't!
        Aft has he doudl'd me up on his knee;
    May Heaven protect my bonnie Scots laddie,
        And send him safe hame to his babie and me!

II.

    My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie,
        My blessin's upon thy bonnie e'e brie!
    Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
        Thou's ay the dearer and dearer to me!
    But I'll big a bower on yon bonnie banks,
        Where Tay rins wimplin' by sae clear;
    And I'll cleed thee in the tartan...

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Lady Mary Ann.

Tune - "Craigtown's growing."


I.

    O, Lady Mary Ann
        Looks o'er the castle wa',
    She saw three bonnie boys
        Playing at the ba';
    The youngest he was
        The flower amang them a'
    My bonnie laddie's young,
        But he's growin' yet.

II.

    O father! O father!
        An' ye think it fit,
    We'll send him a year
        To the college yet:
    We'll sew a green ribbon
        Round about his hat,
    And that will let them ken
        He's to marry yet.

III.

    Lady Mary Ann
        Was a flower i' the dew,
    Sweet was its smell,
        And bonnie was its hue;
    And the langer it blossom'd
        The sweeter it grew;
    Fo...

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