Jockey's Ta'En The Parting Kiss.

Tune - "Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss."


I.

    Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss,
        O'er the mountains he is gane;
    And with him is a' my bliss,
        Nought but griefs with me remain.
    Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw,
        Plashy sleets and beating rain!
    Spare my luve, thou feathery snaw,
        Drifting o'er the frozen plain.

II.

    When the shades of evening creep
        O'er the day's fair, gladsome e'e,
    Sound and safely may he sleep,
        Sweetly blithe his waukening be!
    He will think on her he loves,
        Fondly he'll repeat her name;
    For where'er he distant roves,
        Jockey's heart is still at hame.

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

Bonnie Jean.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

Husband, Husband.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

Impromptu, To Miss Ainslie.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

The Banks O' Doon. (Second Version.)

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

English

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Young Jockey.

Tune - "Young Jockey."


I.

    Young Jockey was the blythest lad
        In a' our town or here awa:
    Fu' blythe he whistled at the gaud,
        Fu' lightly danced he in the ha'.
    He roosed my een, sae bonnie blue,
        He roos'd my waist sae genty sma',
    And ay my heart came to my mou'
        When ne'er a body heard or saw.

II.

    My Jockey toils upon the plain,
        Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw;
    And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain,
        When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'.
    An' ay the night comes round again,
        When in his arms he takes me a',
    An' ay he vows he'll be my ain,
        As lang's he has a breath to draw.

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Ae Fond Kiss.

Tune - "Rory Dall's Port."


I.

    Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
    Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
    Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
    Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
    Who shall say that fortune grieves him
    While the star of hope she leaves him?
    Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
    Dark despair around benights me.

II.

    I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
    Naething could resist my Nancy;
    But to see her, was to love her;
    Love but her, and love for ever.
    Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
    Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
    Never met, or never parted,
    We had ne'er been broken hearted.

III.

    Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!...

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The Tither Moon.

To a Highland Air.


I.

                The tither morn,
                When I forlorn,
    Aneath an oak sat moaning,
                I did na trow
                I'd see my Jo,
    Beside me, gain the gloaming.
                But he sae trig,
                Lap o'er the rig.
    And dawtingly did cheer me,
                When I, what reck,
                Did least expec',
    To see my lad so near me.

II.

                His bonnet he,
                A thought ajee,
    Cock'd sprush when first he clasp'd me;
                And I, I wat,
                Wi' fainness grat,
    While in his grips be press'd me.
                Deil tak' the war!
                I late and air
    Hae...

Robert Burns

The Gloomy Night.

Tune - "Roslin Castle."


I.

    The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
    Loud roars the wild inconstant blast;
    Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,
    I see it driving o'er the plain;
    The hunter now has left the moor,
    The scatter'd coveys meet secure;
    While here I wander, prest with care,
    Along the lonely banks of Ayr.

II.

    The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn,
    By early Winter's ravage torn;
    Across her placid, azure sky,
    She sees the scowling tempest fly:
    Chill runs my blood to hear it rave,
    I think upon the stormy wave,
    Where many a danger I must dare,
    Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr.

III.

    'Tis not the surging billow's roar,
    'Tis n...

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The Highland Lassie.

Tune - "The deuks dang o'er my daddy!"


I.

    Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,
    Shall ever be my muse's care:
    Their titles a' are empty show;
    Gie me my Highland lassie, O.
            Within the glen sae bushy, O,
            Aboon the plains sae rushy, O,
            I set me down wi' right good-will,
            To sing my Highland lassie, O.

II.

    Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine,
    Yon palace and yon gardens fine,
    The world then the love should know
    I bear my Highland lassie, O.

III.

    But fickle fortune frowns on me,
    And I maun cross the raging sea;
    But while my crimson currents flow,
    I'll love my Highland lassie, O.

IV.

    A...

Robert Burns

O Poortith Cauld.

Tune - "I had a horse."



I.

    O poortith cauld, and restless love,
        Ye wreck my peace between ye;
    Yet poortith a' I could forgive,
            An' twere na' for my Jeanie.
                O why should fate sic pleasure have,
                    Life's dearest bands untwining?
                Or why sae sweet a flower as love
                    Depend on fortune's shining?

II.

    This warld's wealth when I think on,
        It's pride, and a' the lave o't
    Fie, fie on silly coward man,
        That he should be the slave o't!

III.

    Her een sae bonnie blue betray
        How she repays my passion;
    But prudence is her o'erword ay,
        She talks of rank and fashion.

Robert Burns