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...without a flaw.


She dresses aye sae clean and neat,
 Both decent and genteel;
And then there’s something in her gait
 Gars ony dress look weel.


A gaudy dress and gentle air
 May slightly touch the heart;
But it’s innocence and modesty
 That polishes the dart.


’Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
 ’Tis this enchants my soul;
For absolutely in my breast
 She reigns without control.


 Note 1. The first of my performances.—R. B. [back]...Read more of this...

...
 In dreadfu’ raw,
Thou, TOOTHACHE, surely bear’st the bell,
 Amang them a’!


O thou grim, mischief-making chiel,
That gars the notes o’ discord squeel,
Till daft mankind aft dance a reel
 In gore, a shoe-thick,
Gie a’ the faes o’ SCOTLAND’S weal
 A townmond’s toothache!...Read more of this...

...ay, &c.


There lives a lass beside yon park,
I’d rather hae her in her sark,
Than you wi’ a’ your thousand mark;
 That gars you look sae high.
 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c....Read more of this...

...tide,
I’d rather sit wi’ you than ride,
 Though ’twere wi’ royal Geordie:
And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
Aft gars me to mysel’ look blate—
 The Lord in Heav’n reward ye!R. BURNS.ELLISLAND....Read more of this...

...nd fortune the laddie’s been courtin;
 Weel-featur’d, weel-tocher’d, weel-mounted an’ braw;
But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her,
 The penny’s the jewel that beautifies a’.


There’s Meg wi’ the mailen that fain wad a haen him,
And Susie, wha’s daddie was laird o’ the Ha’;
There’s lang-tocher’d Nancy maist fetters his fancy,
But the laddie’s dear sel’, he loes dearest of a’....Read more of this...

...nd, deep drown’d in Doon,
Or catch’d wi’ warlocks in the mirk,
By Alloway’s auld, haunted kirk.


 Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,
To think how mony counsels sweet,
How mony lengthen’d, sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises!


 But to our tale:—Ae market night,
Tam had got planted unco right,
Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely,
Wi reaming sAats, that drank divinely;
And at his elbow, Souter Johnie,
His ancient, trusty, drougthy crony:
Tam lo’ed him like a very b...Read more of this...

...Chorus—O gude ale comes and gude ale goes;
Gude ale gars me sell my hose,
Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon—
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon!


I HAD sax owsen in a pleugh,
And they drew a’ weel eneugh:
I sell’d them a’ just ane by ane—
Gude ale keeps the heart aboon!
 O gude ale comes, &c.


Gude ale hauds me bare and busy,
Gars me moop wi’ the servant hizzie,
Stand i’ the stool when I hae done—
Gude ale keeps t...Read more of this...

...h them sicker!
The mair they squeel aye chap the thicker;
And still ’mang hands a hearty bicker
 O’ something stout;
It gars an owthor’s pulse beat quicker,
 And helps his wit.


There’s naething like the honest nappy;
Whare’ll ye e’er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an’ sappy,
 ’Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
 In glass or horn?


I’ve seen me dazed upon a time,
I scarce could wink or see a styme;
Just ae half-mutchkin does me prime,—
 Ou...Read more of this...

...ts, partial, eye their hopeful years;
Anticipation forward points the view;
 The mother, wi’ her needle and her shears,
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel’s the new;
The father mixes a’ wi’ admonition due.


Their master’s and their mistress’ command,
 The younkers a’ are warned to obey;
And mind their labours wi’ an eydent hand,
 And ne’er, tho’ out o’ sight, to jauk or play;
 “And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway,
And mind your duty, duly, morn and night;
 Lest in temptat...Read more of this...

...Courage mes gars:
La guerre est proche.

I plant my little plot of beans,
I sit beneath my cyprus tree;
I do not know what trouble means,
I cultivate tranquillity . . .
But as to-day my walk I made
In all serenity and cheer,
I saw cut in an agave blade:
"Courage, my comrades, war is near!"

Seward I went, my feet were slow,
Awhile I dowsed upon the shore;
And then I rou...Read more of this...

...found deep drowned in Doon;
Or catched wi' warlocks in the mirk,
By Alloway's auld haunted kirk.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,
To think how mony counsels sweet,
How mony lengthened sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises!

But to our tale: Ae market-night,
Tam had got planted unco right;
Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely,
Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely;
And at his elbow, Souter Johnny,
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony;
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brit...Read more of this...

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