Lovely Polly Stewart.

Tune - "Ye're welcome, Charlie Stewart."



I.

    O lovely Polly Stewart!
        O charming Polly Stewart!
    There's not a flower that blooms in May
        That's half so fair as thou art.
    The flower it blaws, it fades and fa's,
        And art can ne'er renew it;
    But worth and truth eternal youth
        Will give to Polly Stewart.

II.

    May he whose arms shall fauld thy charms
        Possess a leal and true heart;
    To him be given to ken the heaven
        He grasps in Polly Stewart.
    O lovely Polly Stewart!
        O charming Polly Stewart!
    There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May
        That's half so sweet as thou art.

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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    You're welcome, Willie Stewart,
    You're welcome, Willie Stewart;
    There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
    That's half sae welcome's thou art.

    Come bumpers high, express your joy,
        The bowl we maun renew it;
    The tappit-hen, gae bring her ben,
        To welcome Willie Stewart.

    My foes be strang, and friends be slack,
        Ilk action may he rue it,
    May woman on him turn her back,
        That wrongs thee, Willie Stewart.

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O Luve Will Venture In.

Tune - "The Posie."


I.

    O luve will venture in
        Where it daurna weel be seen;
    O luve will venture in
        Where wisdom ance has been.
    But I will down yon river rove,
        Among the wood sae green
    And a' to pu' a posie
        To my ain dear May.

II.

    The primrose I will pu',
        The firstling o' the year,
    And I will pu' the pink,
        The emblem o' my dear,
    For she's the pink o' womankind,
        And blooms without a peer
    And a' to be a posie
        To my ain dear May.

III.

    I'll pu' the budding rose,
        When Phoebus peeps in view,
    For it's like a baumy kiss
        O' her sweet bonnie mou';
    The hyacinth's...

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Chloe.

Air - "Daintie Davie."


I.

    It was the charming month of May,
    When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay,
    One morning, by the break of day,
        The youthful charming Chloe
    From peaceful slumber she arose,
    Girt on her mantle and her hose,
    And o'er the flowery mead she goes,
        The youthful charming Chloe.
            Lovely was she by the dawn,
                Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
            Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,
                The youthful charming Chloe.

II.

    The feather'd people you might see,
    Perch'd all around, on every tree,
    In notes of sweetest melody
        They hail the charming Chloe;
    Till painting gay the eastern skies,
    The g...

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Adown Winding Nith.

I.

    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.
    Awa wi' your belles and your beauties,
        They never wi' her can compare:
    Whaever has met wi' my Phillis,
        Has met wi' the queen o' the fair.

II.

    The daisy amus'd my fond fancy,
        So artless, so simple, so wild;
    Thou emblem, said I, o' my Phillis,
        For she is simplicity's child.

III.

    The rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer,
        Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest:
    How fair and how pure is the lily,
        But fairer and purer her breast.

IV.

    Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour,...

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My Polly.

My Polly's varry bonny,
Her een are black an breet;
They shine under her raven locks,
Like stars i'th' dark o'th' neet.

Her little cheeks are like a peach,
'At th' sun has woo'd an missed;
Her lips like cherries, red an sweet,
Seem moulded to be kissed.

Her breast is like a drift o' snow,
Her little waist's soa thin,
To clasp it wi' a careless arm
Wod ommost be a sin.

Her little hands an tiny feet,
Wod mak yo think shoo'd been
Browt up wi' little fairy fowk
To be a fairy queen.

An when shoo laffs, it saands as if
A little crystal spring,
Wor bubblin up throo silver rocks,
Screened by an angel's wing.

It saands soa sweet, an yet soa low,
One feels it forms a part
Ov what yo love, an yo can hear
It...

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Fair Eliza.

A Gaelic Air.



I.

    Turn again, thou fair Eliza,
        Ae kind blink before we part,
    Rue on thy despairing lover!
        Canst thou break his faithfu' heart?
    Turn again, thou fair Eliza;
        If to love thy heart denies,
    For pity hide the cruel sentence
        Under friendship's kind disguise!

II.

    Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?
        The offence is loving thee:
    Canst thou wreck his peace for ever,
        Wha for time wad gladly die?
    While the life beats in my bosom,
        Thou shalt mix in ilka throe;
    Turn again, thou lovely maiden.
        Ae sweet smile on me bestow.

III.

    Not the bee upon the blossom,
        In the pride o' sunny no...

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