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Robert Burns - Comin Thro The Rye
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Robert Burns - I Sing Of A Whistle
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Robert Burns - Awa' Whigs Awa'
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Robert Burns - John Cope
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Robert Burns - O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
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Robert Burns - Parcel O' Rogues
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Robert Burns - Ye Banks and Braes O'Bonnie Doon
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Robert Burns - A Man's a Man For All That (Is There For Honest Poverty)
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Robert Burns - A Pint o Wine
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Robert Burns - A Waukrife Minnie
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Robert Burns - Am Strande
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Robert Burns - Auld Lang Syne
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Robert Burns - Blythe Was She
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Robert Burns - Bonie Lesley
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Robert Burns - Carl An The King Come
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Robert Burns - Cauld Frosty Morning
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Robert Burns - Craigieburn Wood
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Robert Burns - Dainty Davie
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Robert Burns - Duncan Gray
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Robert Burns - Eppie Adair
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Robert Burns - Fete Champetre
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Robert Burns - Five Carlins
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Robert Burns - Frae The Friends And Land I Love
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Robert Burns - Green Sleeves
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Robert Burns - Hey Tuti Tatey
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Robert Burns - Highland Mary
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Robert Burns - I Love My Love in Secret
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Robert Burns - I Maun Hae a Wife
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Robert Burns - I'll Mak You Be Fain To Follow Me
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Robert Burns - Jamie, Come Try Me
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Robert Burns - John Barleycorn A Ballad
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Robert Burns - John, Come Kiss Me Now
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Robert Burns - Jumpin John
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Robert Burns - Kissing My Kate Merry Hae I Been
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Robert Burns - Laddie, lie near me
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Robert Burns - Lady Onlie
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Robert Burns - Lord Ronald
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Robert Burns - Mary Morison
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Robert Burns - Musing On The Roaring Ocean
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Robert Burns - My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
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Robert Burns - My Peggy's face
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Robert Burns - My Wife's a Wanton Wee Thing
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Robert Burns - No Churchman Am I
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Robert Burns - O, Mally's Meek
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Robert Burns - On a Bank Of Flowers
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Robert Burns - Peck O Maut
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Robert Burns - Peggy Alison
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Robert Burns - Raving Winds
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Robert Burns - Robin Shure In Hairst
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Robert Burns - Stay, My Charmer, Can You Leave Me ?
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Robert Burns - The Banks O Doon
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Robert Burns - The Battle Of Sherra-moor
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Robert Burns - The Birks Of Aberfeldie
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Robert Burns - The Bonie Lass Of Albanie
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Robert Burns - The Campbells Are Comin
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Robert Burns - The Captain's Lady
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Robert Burns - The Chevalier's Lament
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Robert Burns - The Deidly Wars Are Past And Gane
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Robert Burns - The Dusty Miller
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Robert Burns - The Humors of the Glen
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Robert Burns - The Lass O' Ballochmyle
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Robert Burns - The Ploughman
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Robert Burns - The Ranting Dog
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Robert Burns - The Silver Tassie
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Robert Burns - Theniel Menzies Bonie Mary
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Robert Burns - There Was a Lad
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Robert Burns - Thou Lingering Star
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Robert Burns - Tibbie Dunbar
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Robert Burns - To Daunton Me
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Robert Burns - To The Weaver's Gin Ye Go
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Robert Burns - Up An Waun Them A' Jamie
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Robert Burns - Up And Warn A'willie
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Robert Burns - Up In The Morning Early
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Robert Burns - We Are Anchored By The Roadside, Jim
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Robert Burns - We're Geyly Yet
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Robert Burns - Westlin Winds
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Robert Burns - What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Die ?
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Robert Burns - When Wild War's Deadly Blast
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Robert Burns - Where Helen Lies
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Robert Burns - Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms
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Robert Burns - Whistle Oer The Lave Ot
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Robert Burns - Ye Hae Lien Wrang, Lassie
John Barleycorn A Ballad
Robert Burns
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on'
And show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris'd them all.
The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong:
His head weel arm'd wi pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bendin joints and drooping head
Show'd he began to fail.
His colour sicken'd more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.
They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
They ty'd him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.
They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full sore.
They hung him up before the storm,
And turn'd him o'er and o'er.
They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim,
They heav'd in John Barleycorn-
There, let him sink or swim!
They laid him upon the floor,
To work him farther woe;
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.
They wasted o'er a scorching flame
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us'd him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two atones.
And they hae taen his very hero blood
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.
'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy:
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!
