The Highland Welcome.

    When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er,
        A time that surely shall come;
    In Heaven itself I'll ask no more
        Than just a Highland welcome.

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 Henpecked Husband.

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Fair Jeany.

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A Winter Night.

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Lines Written On A Window.

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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.

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Nithsdale's Welcome Hame.

I.

    The noble Maxwells and their powers
        Are coming o'er the border,
    And they'll gae bigg Terreagle's towers,
        An' set them a' in order.
    And they declare Terreagles fair,
        For their abode they chuse it;
    There's no a heart in a' the land,
        But's lighter at the news o't.

II.

    Tho' stars in skies may disappear,
        And angry tempests gather;
    The happy hour may soon be near
        That brings us pleasant weather:
    The weary night o' care and grief
        May hae a joyful morrow;
    So dawning day has brought relief
        Fareweel our night o' sorrow!

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Written At Inverary.

    Whoe'er he be that sojourns here,
        I pity much his case,
    Unless he's come to wait upon
        The Lord their God, his Grace.

    There's naething here but Highland pride
        And Highland cauld and hunger;
    If Providence has sent me here,
        T'was surely in his anger.

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Out Over The Forth.

Tune - "Charlie Gordon's welcome hame."


I.

    Out over the Forth I look to the north,
        But what is the north and its Highlands to me?
    The south nor the east gie ease to my breast,
        The far foreign land, or the wild rolling sea.

II.

    But I look to the west, when I gae to rest,
        That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be;
    For far in the west lives he I Io'e best,
        The lad that is dear to my babie and me.

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Highland Mary.

Tune - "Katherine Ogie."


I.

    Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
        The castle o' Montgomery,
    Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
        Your waters never drumlie!
    There Simmer first unfauld her robes,
        And there the langest tarry;
    For there I took the last farewell
        O' my sweet Highland Mary.

II.

    How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,
        How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
    As underneath their fragrant shade
        I clasp'd her to my bosom!
    The golden hours, on angel wings,
        Flew o'er me and my dearie;
    For dear to me, as light and life,
        Was my sweet Highland Mary!

III.

    Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace,

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The Highland Widow's Lament.

I.

    Oh! I am come to the low countrie,
        Och-on, och-on, och-rie!
    Without a penny in my purse,
        To buy a meal to me.

II.

    It was na sae in the Highland hills,
        Och-on, och-on, och-rie!
    Nae woman in the country wide
        Sae happy was as me.

III.

    For then I had a score o' kye,
        Och-on, och-on, och-rie!
    Feeding on yon hills so high,
        And giving milk to me.

IV.

    And there I had three score o' yowes,
        Och-on, och-on, och-rie!
    Skipping on yon bonnie knowes,
        And casting woo' to me.

V.

    I was the happiest of a' the clan,
        Sair, sair, may I repine;
    For Donald was the brawest lad,
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