Tibbie Dunbar.

Tune - "Johnny M'Gill."


I.

    O, Wilt thou go wi' me,
        Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
    O, wilt thou go wi' me,
        Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
    Wilt thou ride on a horse,
        Or be drawn in a car,
    Or walk by my side,
        O, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

II.

    I care na thy daddie,
        His lands and his money,
    I care na thy kindred,
        Sae high and sae lordly:
    But say thou wilt hae me
        For better for waur,
    And come in thy coatie,
        Sweet Tibbie Dunbar!

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 Captain's Lady.

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First When Maggy Was My Care.

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Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day.

Tune--"Invercald's Reel."


Chorus.

    O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
        Ye wad na been sae shy;
    For lack o' gear ye lightly me,
        But, trowth, I care na by.

I.

    Yestreen I met you on the moor,
    Ye spak na, but gaed by like stoure;
    Ye geck at me because I'm poor,
        But fient a hair care I.

II.

    I doubt na, lass, but ye may think,
    Because ye hae the name o' clink,
    That ye can please me at a wink,
        Whene'er ye like to try.

III.

    But sorrow tak him that's sae mean,
    Altho' his pouch o' coin were clean,
    Wha follows ony saucy quean,
        That looks sae proud and high.

IV.

    Altho' a lad were e'er sae sm...

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Come, Let Me Take Thee.

Air - "Cauld Kail."



I.

    Come, let me take thee to my breast,
        And pledge we ne'er shall sunder;
    And I shall spurn as vilest dust
        The warld's wealth and grandeur:
    And do I hear my Jeanie own
        That equal transports move her?
    I ask for dearest life alone,
        That I may live to love her.

II.

    Thus in my arms, wi' a' thy charms,
        I clasp my countless treasure;
    I'll seek nae mair o' heaven to share,
        Than sic a moment's pleasure:
    And by thy een, sae bonnie blue,
        I swear I'm thine for ever!
    And on thy lips I seal my vow,
        And break it shall I never.

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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...

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Bonnie Peggy Alison.

Tune - "Braes o' Balquihidder."


Chorus.

    I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
        An' I'll kiss thee o'er again;
    An' I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
        My bonnie Peggy Alison!

I.

    Ilk care and fear, when thou art near,
        I ever mair defy them, O;
    Young kings upon their hansel throne
        Are no sae blest as I am, O!

II.

    When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms,
        I clasp my countless treasure, O,
    I seek nae mair o' Heaven to share
        Than sic a moment's pleasure, O!

III.

    And by thy een, sae bonnie blue,
        I swear, I'm thine for ever, O!
    And on thy lips I seal my vow,
            And break it shall I never, O!
                I'll kiss t...

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Her Daddie Forbad.

Tune - "Jumpin' John."


I.

    Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad;
        Forbidden she wadna be:
    She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd
        Wad taste sae bitterlie.
                The lang lad they ca' jumpin' John
                    Beguiled the bonnie lassie,
                The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
                    Beguiled the bonnie lassie.

II.

    A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf,
        And thretty gude shillin's and three;
    A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's dochter,
        The lass wi' the bonnie black e'e.
                The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
                    Beguiled the bonnie lassie,
                The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
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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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