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Robert Burns - Blythe Was She
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Robert Burns - Dainty Davie
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Robert Burns - Eppie Adair
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Robert Burns - Green Sleeves
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Robert Burns - I Maun Hae a Wife
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Robert Burns - My Peggy's face
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Robert Burns - Parcel O' Rogues
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Robert Burns - Theniel Menzies Bonie Mary
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Robert Burns - A Waukrife Minnie
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Robert Burns - Auld Lang Syne
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Robert Burns - Awa' Whigs Awa'
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Robert Burns - Bonie Lesley
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Robert Burns - Cauld Frosty Morning
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Robert Burns - Craigieburn Wood
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Robert Burns - Duncan Gray
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Robert Burns - Hey Tuti Tatey
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Robert Burns - Highland Mary
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Robert Burns - John Cope
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Robert Burns - Kissing My Kate Merry Hae I Been
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Robert Burns - Lord Ronald
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Robert Burns - Mary Morison
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Robert Burns - My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
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Robert Burns - No Churchman Am I
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Robert Burns - On a Bank Of Flowers
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Robert Burns - Peggy Alison
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Robert Burns - The Birks Of Aberfeldie
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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 - Tibbie Dunbar
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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 - We're Geyly Yet
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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 - Ye Hae Lien Wrang, Lassie
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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 - Am Strande
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Robert Burns - Carl An The King Come
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Robert Burns - Comin Thro The Rye
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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 - I Love My Love in Secret
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Robert Burns - I Sing Of A Whistle
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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 - Laddie, lie near me
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Robert Burns - Lady Onlie
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Robert Burns - Musing On The Roaring Ocean
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Robert Burns - My Wife's a Wanton Wee Thing
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Robert Burns - O Dear Minny, What Shall I do ?
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Robert Burns - O, Mally's Meek
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Robert Burns - Peck O Maut
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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 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 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 - There Was a Lad
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Robert Burns - Thou Lingering Star
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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 In The Morning Early
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Robert Burns - We Are Anchored By The Roadside, Jim
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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 - Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms
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Robert Burns - Whistle Oer The Lave Ot
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Robert Burns - Ye Banks and Braes O'Bonnie Doon
The Lass O' Ballochmyle
Robert Burns
On every blade the pearls hang,
The zeghyr wanton'd round the bean,
An bore its fragrant sweets alang,
In ev'ry glen the mavis sang,
AII Nature list'ning seem'd the while,
Except where greenwood echoes rang,
Amang the braes o Ballochmyle.
With careless step I onward stray'd,
My heart rejoic'd in Nature's joy,
When, musing in a lonely glade,
A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy.
Her look was like the morning's eye,
Her air like Nature's vernal smile.
Perfection whisper'd, passing by:-
'Behold the lass o Ballochmyle!'
Fair is the morn in flowery May
And sweet is night in autumn mild,
When roving thro the garden gay,
Or wand'ring in the lonely wild;
But woman, Nature's darling child -
There all her charms she does compile -
Even there her other works are foil'd
By the bonie lass o Ballochmyle.
0, had she been a country maid,
And I the happy country swain,
Tho shelter'd in the lowest shed
That ever rose on Scotia's plain!
Thro weary winter's wind and rain
With joy, with rapture, I would toil,
And nightly to my bosom strain
The bonie lass o Ballochmyle!
Then Pride might climb the slipp'ry steep,
Where fame and honours lofty shine;
And thirst of gold might tempt the deep,
Or downward seek the Indian mine!
Give me the cot below the pine,
To tend the flocks or till the soil;
And ev'ry day have joys divine
With the bonie lass o Ballochmyle.
