O Mary, at thy window be! It is the wish'd, the trysted hour. Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor. How blithely wad
I'll Mak You be Fain to Follow Me (Robert Burns) As late by a sodger I chanced to pass, I heard him a courtin a bony young lass; My hinny, my
O, Mally's Meek (Robert Burns) As I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanc'd to meet; But O, the road was very hard For
No Churchman am I (Robert Burns) I No Churchman am I for to rail and to write, No Statesman nor Soldier
Peggy Alison (Robert Burns) ch. And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, And I'll kiss thee o'er again, And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
Raving Winds (Robert Burns) Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd
On a Bank of Flowers (Robert Burns) On a bank of flowers in a summer day For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly
Stay, My Charmer, Can You Leave Me ? (Robert Burns) Stay, my charmer, can you leave me ? Cruel, cruel to deceive me! Well you know how
Robin Shure in Hairst (Robert Burns) I gaed up to Dunse, To warp a wab o' plaiden, At his daddie's yet, Wha met me but Robin! ch. Robin shure
The Banks O' Doon (Robert Burns) Ye flowery banks o'bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair; How can ye chant, ye 1ittle birds
The Battle of Sherra-moor (Robert Burns) 'O, cam ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,
LORD RONALD (Robert Burns) O where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? O where,hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? I hae been wi' my sweetheart, mother, make
The Bonie Lass of Albanie (Robert Burns) My heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green An the
The Captain's Lady (Robert Burns) O, mount and go, Mount and make ye ready! O, mount and go, And be the Captain's Lady! When
Peck o' Maut (Robert Burns) O, Willie brew'd a peck o maut, And Rob and Alan cam to see. Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang
The Chevalier's Lament (Robert Burns) The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro
O Dear Minny, What Shall I Do? (Robert Burns) cho: O dear minny, what shall I do ? O dear minny, what shall I do ? O dear minny, what
THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDIE (Robert Burns) Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, Come, let us spend the lightsome days