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Had I the wyte, had I the wyte
Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd!
Hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie !
Hark! the mavis' evening sang.
Has auld Kilmarnock seen the Deil?
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin ferlie
Health to the Maxwells' vet'ran Chief!
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots
He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist
Hee balou my sweet wee Donald
He looked Just as your Sign-post lions do
Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad
Her flowing locks, the raven's wing
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie.
Here Brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct

I hae a wife o' my ain

I hold it, Sir, my bounden duty.

I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend

Ilk care and fear, when thou art near.

I'll ay ca' in by yon town.

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Husband, husband, cease your strife.

I am my mammie's ae bairn

'I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn
I call no Goddess to inspire my strains

I dream'd I lay where flowers were
springing

If thou should ask my love

ye gae up to yon hill-tap

If you rattle along like your mistress's

tongue.

I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen

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I gaed up to Dunse

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I gat your letter, winsome Willie

I had sax owsen in a pleugh

Now Kennedy, if foot or horse
Now nature cleeds the flowery lea
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
Now Robin lies in his last lair
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes
Now spring has clad the groves in green.
Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns

O a' ye pious godly flocks.

'O cam ye here the fight to shun
O can ye labour lea, young man

O, could I give thee India's wealth
O Death, hadst thou but spar'd his life
O Death! thou tyrant fell and bloody!
O'er the mist-shrouded cliffs of the lone
mountain straying.

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O bonie was yon rosy brier

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Of all the numerous ills that hurt our

Long life, my Lord, an' health be yours.
Lord, to account who dares thee call

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Lord, we thank an' thee adore

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O gie my love brose, brose

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O Goudie! terror o' the Whigs

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Loud blaw the frosty breezes.

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Louis, what reck I by thee

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O, had the malt thy strength of mind
Oh! had each Scot of ancient times

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Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion

Oh! I am come to the low countrie

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Maxwell, if merit here you crave

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Musing on the roaring ocean

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My blessings on ye, honest wife

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Oh, open the door, some pity to shew.
O how can I be blithe and glad.
O how shall I, unskilfu', try

My bottle is my holy pool.

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My Chloris, mark how green the groves

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My curse upon thy venom'd stang

O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten
O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie !
O, Lady Mary Ann.

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My Father was a Farmer upon the Carrick

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My Harry was a gallant gay.

My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie
My heart is sair, I dare na tell

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My heart is wae, and unco wae.

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My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is
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My heart was ance as blythe and free.

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My honour'd Colonel, deep I feel

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My lord a-hunting he is gane

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My Lord, I know your noble ear

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My lov'd, my honor'd, much respected
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My love she's but a lassie yet

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My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form

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O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet?
Old Winter with his frosty beard
O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles
O leeze me on my spinnin wheel
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide
O Lord, when hunger pinches sore.
O luve will venture in, where it daur na
weel be seen.

O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet
O Mary, at thy window be

O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet
O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty
O merry hae I been teethin' a heckle.
O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour.
O, my luve's like a red, red rose
On a bank of flowers, in a summer day
On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells.
Once fondly lov'd, and still remember'd

One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell.
On peace and rest my mind was bent.

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