ON THE DEATH OF BURNS.

RICHARD GALL.

the grace,

THERE's waefu' news in yon town

As e'er the warld heard ava;
There's dolefu' news in yon town,

For Robbie's gane and left them a'. How blythe it was to see his face

Come keeking by the hallan wa'; He ne'er was sweir to

say But now he's gane and left them a'. He was the lad wha made them glad,

Whanever be the reed did blaw : The lasses there may drap a tear,

Their funny friend is now awa'. Nae daffin now in yon town ;

The browster-wife gets leave to draw An' drink hersel', in yon town,

Sin' Robbie gaed and left them a'. The lawin's canny counted now,

The beil that tinkled ne'er will draw ; The king will never get his due,

Sin' Robbie gaed and left them a'. The squads o'chiels that lo'ed a splore

On winter evenings never ca'; Their blythesome moments a' are o'er,

Sin' Robbie's gane and left them a'.
Frae a' the een in yon town

I see the tears o' sorrow fa',
An' weel they may; in yon town

Nae canty sang they hear ava.
Their e'ening sky begins to lour,

The murky clouds thegither draw; 'Twas but a blink afore a shower,

Ere Robbie gaed and left them a'.

The landwart hizzy winna speak;

Ye'll see her sitting like a craw Amang the reek, while rattons squeak

Her dawtit bard is now awa'.

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A cogie o'yill
Across the riggs we'll wander ........
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
A friend o' mine cam' here yestreen
Again rejoicing Nature sees.......
Ah, the poor shepherd's mournful fate
Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning
An' a' that e'er my Jenny had
An' thou were my ain thing......
And ye shall walk in silk attire
Argyll is my name, and you may think it strange
As I gaed down an' farther down
At Willie's wedding on the green
A weary lot is thine, fair maid
A wee bird cam' to our ha' door........
Auld gudeman, ye’re a drunken carle, drunken carle
Auld Rob Morris, that wons in yon glen
Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing ....
Bannocks o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley
Behave yoursel before folk ......
Behind

yon hills where Lugar flows
Beneath a green shade a lovely young swain.....
Bird of the wilderness
Bonnie lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go
But are ye sure the news is true....
But lately seen in gladsome green
By Carnousie’s wa's, at the close of the day.
By Logan's streams, that rin sae deep
By smooth-winding Tay a swain was reclining.
By yon castle-wa', at the close of the day .....

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Caledonia! thou land of the mountain and rock
Ca' the yowes to the knowes
Cam' ye by Athole braes, lad wi' the philabeg
Can I behave, can I behave........
Carle, an the king come
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west
Clavers and his Highlandmen .......
Come, all ye jolly shepherds
Come, boat me ower, come, row me ower
Come, gi'e 's a sang, Montgomery cried...........
Come under my plaidie, the night's gaan to fa'.
Coming through the rye, poor body
Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair.....
Cope sent a letter frae Dunbar
Dinna ask me gin I luve thee
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat
Donald Caird's come again .....
Doun in yon meadow a couple did tarry
Duncan Gray cam' here to woo
Eliza was a bonnie lass, an', oh, she lo'ed me weel
Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies
Farewell to a' our Scottish fame....
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean
Far lone amang the Highland hills.....
First when Maggie was my care
Gane is the day, and mirk's the night
Gin I had a wee house an' a canty wee fire
Gin livin' worth could win my heart....
Gin

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Gloomy winter's now awa'
Gone were but the winter cold
Green grow the rashes 0..........
Gude night, and joy be wi' you

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He is gone on the mountain
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear
Here's a health to them that's awa'
Here's to the king, sir ....
Here's to the year that's awa'
He's owre the hills that I lo'e weel
Hey, the dusty miller
How sweetly smells the simmer green
How sweet thy modest light to view
How, wanton widow
Husband, husband, cease your strife
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen
I hae lạid a herring in saut
I hae nae kith, I hae nae kin
I hae seen great anes, and sat in great ha's
I'll ower the muir to Maggy
I met four chaps yon birks amang
In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain
In the garb of old Gaul, with the fire of old Rome
In winter, when the rain rain'd cauld
Is there for honest poverty.
It fell about the Martinmas time
It fell on a day, and a bonnie summer day
It was in and about the Martinmas time
I've heard the lilting at our yowe-milking.
I've seen the smiling .......
I've wandered east, I've wandered west.
I will awa' wi' my love..........
I winna gang back to my mammy again
I wish I were where Helen lies
Jockey fou, Jenny fain..........
John Anderson my jo, John
Land of my fathers! though no mangrove here
Lassie wi' the lint-white locks.........
Last May a braw wooer came down the lang glen
Let them boast of the country gave Patrick his fame

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