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- IS there for honest poverty
- That hangs his head, an' a' that?
- The coward slave, we pass him by
- We dare be poor for a' that.
- For a' that, an' a' that,
- Our toil's obscure, and a' that;
- The rank is but the guinea's stamp,--
- The man's the gowd for a' that.
- What though on hamely fare we dine,
- Wear hoddin' grey, an' a' that?
- Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,--
- A man's a man, for a' that.
- For a' that, an' a' that,
- Their tinsel show an' a' that;
- The honest man, though e'er sae poor,
- Is king o' men for a' that.
- Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
- Wha struts an' stares an' a' that,--
- Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
- He's but a coof for a' that;
- For a' that, an' a' that
- His riband, star, and a' that;
- The man o' independent mind,
- He looks an' laughs at a' that.
- A prince can mak' a belted knight
- A marquis, duke, an' a' that;
- But an honest man's aboon his might,--
- Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
- For a' that, an' a' that;
- Their dignities an' a' that,
- The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth,
- Are higher ranks than a' that.
- Then let us pray that come it may,--
- (As come it will for a' that),--
- That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
- Shall bear the gree an' a' that.
- For a' that an' a' that,
- It's coming yet for a' that,--
- That man to man, the world o'er,
- Shall brothers be for a' that!
- Robert Burns
- O, JENNY'S a' weet, poor body,
- Jenny's seldom dry;
- She draigl't a' her petticoattie
- Comin thro' the rye.
- Chorus:
- Comin thro the rye, poor
body,
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Comin thro the rye,
- She draigl't a'her
petticoatie,
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Comin thro the rye!
- Gin a body meet a body
- Comin thro the rye,
- Gin a body kiss a body,
- Need a body cry ?
- Gin a body meet a body
- Comin thro the glen,
- Gin a body kiss a body,
- Need the warld ken?
- Robert Burns
- GO fetch to me a pint o wine,
- And fill it in a silver tassie;
- That I may drink, before I go,
- A service to my bonie 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 bonie Mary.
- The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
- The glittering spears are ranked ready,
- The shouts o' war are heard afar,
- The battle closes deep 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 bonie Mary!
- Robert Burns
- AE fond kiss, and then we sever!
- Ae farewell, and then forever!
- 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 cheerful twinkle lights me,
- Dark despair around benights me.
- 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.
- Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
- Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
- Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
- Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
- Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
- Ae farewell, alas, for ever!
- Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
- Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
- Robert Burns
- FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
- The birthplace of valour, the country of worth!
- Wherever I wander, wherever I roam,
- The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
- Chorus
- My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here.
- My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer,
- A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe--
- My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
- Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
- Farewell to the straths and green valleys below,
- Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
- Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods!
- Robert Burns
- MY love, she's but a lassie yet,
- My love, she's but a lassie yet!
- We'll let her stand a year or twa,
- She'll no be half sae saucy yet!
- I rue the day I sought her, O!
- I rue the day I sought her, O!
- Wha gets her need na say he's woo'd,
- But he may say he has bought her, O.
- Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet,
- Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet!
- Gae seek for pleasure whare ye will,
- But here I never miss'd it yet.
- We're a'dry wi' drinkin o't,
- We're a'dry wi' drinkin o't!
- The minister kiss't the fiddler's wife--
- He could na preach for thinkin o't!
- Robert Burns
- O, SAW ye bonie Lesley,
- As she gaed o'er the Border?
- She's gane, like Alexander,
- To spread her conquests farther!
- To see her is to love her,
- And love but her for ever;
- For Nature made her what she is,
- And never made anither!
- Thou airt a queen, fair Lesley--
- Thy subjects, we before thee!
- Thou art divine, fair Lesley--
- The hearts o' men adore thee.
- The Deil he could na skaith thee,
- Or aught that wad belang thee,
- He'd look into thy bonie face,
- And say:--`I canna wrang thee!'
- The Powers aboon will tent thee,
- Misfortune sha'na steer thee:
- Thou'rt like themsels sae lovely,
- That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.
- Return again, fair Lesley,
- Return to Caledonie!
- That we may brag we hae a lass
- There's nane again sae bonie.
- Robert Burns
- JOHN Anderson my jo, John,
- When we were first acquent;
- Your locks were like the raven,
- Your bony brow was brent;
- But now your brow is beld, John,
- Your locks are like the snaw;
- But blessings on your frosty pow,
- John Anderson my Jo.
- John Anderson my jo, John,
- We clamb the hill the gither;
- And mony a canty day, John,
- We've had wi' ane anither:
- Now we maun totter down, John,
- And hand in hand we'll go;
- And sleep the gither at the foot,
- John Anderson my Jo.
- Robert Burns
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Chor.--Green grow the rashes, O;
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Green grow the rashes, O;
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The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
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Are spent amang the lasses, O.
- THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han',
- In ev'ry hour that passes, O:
- What signifies the life o' man,
- And 'twere na for the lasses, O.
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Green grow, &c.
- The war'ly race may riches chase,
- An' riches still may fly them, O;
- An tho' at last they catch them fast,
- Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O
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Green grow, &c.
- But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
- My arms about my dearie, O;
- An' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men,
- May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
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Green grow, &c.
- For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;
- Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:
- The wisest man the warl e'er saw,
- He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
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Green grow, &c.
- Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
- Her noblest work she classes, O:
- Her prentice han' she try'd on man,
- An' then she made the lasses, O.
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Green grow, &c.
- Robert Burns
- SCOTS, what hae wi' Wallace bled,
- Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
- Welcome to your gory bed,
- Or to victorie!
- Now's the day, and now's the hour;
- See the front o' battle lour;
- See approach proud Edward's power --
- Chains and slaverie!
- Wha will be a traitor knave?
- Wha can fill a coward's grave?
- Wha sae base as be a slave?
- Let him turn and flee!
- Wha, for Scotland's King and Law,
- Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
- Free-man stand, or Free-man fa',
- Let him on wi' me!
- By Oppression's woes and pains!
- By your sons in servile chains!
- We sill drain our dearest veins,
- But they shall be free!
- Lay the proud Usurpers low!
- Tyrants fall in every foe!
- Liberty's in every blow!
- Let us do or die!
- Robert Burns
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