Theniel Menzies' Bonnie Mary.

Tune. - "The Ruffian's Rant."


I.

    In coming by the brig o' Dye,
        At Darlet we a blink did tarry;
    As day was dawin in the sky,
        We drank a health to bonnie Mary.
                Theniel Menzies' bonnie Mary;
                    Theniel Menzies' bonnie Mary;
                Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie,
                    Kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.

II.

    Her een sae bright, her brow sae white,
        Her haffet locks as brown's a berry;
    And ay, they dimpl't wi' a smile,
        The rosy checks o' bonnie Mary.

III.

    We lap and danced the lee lang day,
        Till piper lads were wae and weary;
    But Charlie gat the spring to pay,
        For kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.
                Theniel Menzies' bonnie Mary;
                    Theniel Menzies' bonnie Mary;
                Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie,
                    Kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary.

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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A Mother's Lament For The Death Of Her Son.

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My Bonnie Mary.

Tune - "Go fetch to me a pint o' wine."


I.

    Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
        An' fill it in a silver tassie;
    That I may drink, before I go,
        A service to my bonnie lassie;
    The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith;
        Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry;
    The ship rides by the Berwick-law,
        And I maun leave my bonnie Mary.

II.

    The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
        The glittering spears are ranked ready;
    The shouts o' war are heard afar,
        The battle closes thick and bloody;
    It's not the roar o' sea or shore
        Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
    Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar,
        It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.

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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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Bonnie Jean.

I.

    There was a lass, and she was fair,
        At kirk and market to be seen,
    When a' the fairest maids were met,
        The fairest maid was bonnie Jean.

II.

    And aye she wrought her mammie's wark,
        And ay she sang so merrilie:
    The blithest bird upon the bush
        Had ne'er a lighter heart than she.

III.

    But hawks will rob the tender joys
        That bless the little lintwhite's nest;
    And frost will blight the fairest flowers,
        And love will break the soundest rest.

IV.

    Young Robie was the brawest lad,
        The flower and pride of a' the glen;
    And he had owsen, sheep, and kye,
        And wanton naigies nine or ten.

V.

    He gae...

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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.

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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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There Was A Lass.

Tune - "Duncan Davison."


I.

    There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,
        And she held o'er the moors to spin;
    There was a lad that follow'd her,
        They ca'd him Duncan Davison.
    The moor was driegh, and Meg was skiegh,
        Her favour Duncan could na win;
    For wi' the roke she wad him knock.
        And ay she shook the temper-pin.

II.

    As o'er the moor they lightly foor,
        A burn was clear, a glen was green,
    Upon the banks they eas'd-their shanks,
        And ay she set the wheel between:
    But Duncan swore a haly aith,
        That Meg should be a bride the morn,
    Then Meg took up her spinnin' graith,
        And flang them a' out o'er the burn.

III.

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