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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
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WHEN FIRST I CAME TO STEWART KYLE.
TUNE—'I HAD A HORSE AND I HAD NAE MAIR.'
When first I came to Stewart Kyle,
My mind it was na steady,
Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade,
A mistress still I had aye:
But when I came roun' by Mauchline town,
Not dreadin' onie body,
My heart was caught before I thought,
And by a Mauchline lady.
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My mind it was na steady,
Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade,
A mistress still I had aye:
But when I came roun' by Mauchline town,
Not dreadin' onie body,
My heart was caught before I thought,
And by a Mauchline lady.
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MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY.
TUNE—'GALLA WATER.'
Altho' my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my plaidie,
Yet happy, happy would I be,
Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy.
Amang the heather, in my plaidie,
Yet happy, happy would I be,
Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy.
When o'er the hill beat surly storms,
And winter nights were dark and rainy;
I'd seek some dell, and in my arms
I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy.
And winter nights were dark and rainy;
I'd seek some dell, and in my arms
I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy.
Were I a Baron proud and high,
And horse and servants waiting ready,
Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me,
The sharin't wi' Montgomerie's Peggy.
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And horse and servants waiting ready,
Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me,
The sharin't wi' Montgomerie's Peggy.
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O RAGING FORTUNE'S WITHERING BLAST.
O raging fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low! O
O raging fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low! O.
Has laid my leaf full low! O
O raging fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low! O.
My stem was fair, my bud was green,
My blossom sweet did blow; O
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my branches grow; O.
My blossom sweet did blow; O
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my branches grow; O.
But luckless fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low, O
But luckless fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low, O.
Laid a' my blossoms low, O
But luckless fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low, O.
WOMEN'S MINDS.
TUNE—'FOR A' THAT.'
Tho' women's minds like winter winds
May shift and turn, and a' that,
The noblest breast adores them maist,
A consequence I draw that.
May shift and turn, and a' that,
The noblest breast adores them maist,
A consequence I draw that.
For a' that, and a' that,
And twice as meikle's a' that,
The bonie lass that I loe best
She'll be my ain for a' that.
And twice as meikle's a' that,
The bonie lass that I loe best
She'll be my ain for a' that.
Great love I bear to all the fair,
Their humble slave, and a' that;
But lordly will, I hold it still
A mortal sin to thraw that.
For a' that, &c.
Their humble slave, and a' that;
But lordly will, I hold it still
A mortal sin to thraw that.
For a' that, &c.
But there is ane aboon the lave,
Has wit, and sense, and a' that;
A bonie lass, I like her best,
And wha a crime dare ca' that?
For a' that, &c.
Has wit, and sense, and a' that;
A bonie lass, I like her best,
And wha a crime dare ca' that?
For a' that, &c.
In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
Wi' mutual love and a' that;
But for how lang the flie may stang,
Let inclination law that.
For a' that, &c.
Wi' mutual love and a' that;
But for how lang the flie may stang,
Let inclination law that.
For a' that, &c.
Their tricks and craft hae put me daft,
They've ta'en me in, and a' that;
But clear your decks, and here's 'The Sex!'
I like the jades for a' that.
For a' that, &c.
They've ta'en me in, and a' that;
But clear your decks, and here's 'The Sex!'
I like the jades for a' that.
For a' that, &c.