free of sin clipped at the hip peglegged and cracked expressing trivial concern and then I long . I'm the frequent weaver who burns Shaft birth pride
A Man's A Man For A' That by Robert Burns Is there for honesty poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave--we pass him by,
braes And pou'd the gowans fine; we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin' auld lang syne We two hae paidled i' the burn, Frae mornin' sun till dine; But
Blythe Was She (Robert Burns) By Oughtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shaw; But Phemie was a bonier lass
A Waukrife Minnie (Robert Burns) 'Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass ? Whare are you gaun, my hinnie?' She answer'd me right saucilie- 'An errand
Carl, an the King Come (Robert Burns) chorus: Carl, an the King come, Carl, an the King come; Thou shalt dance and I wilt
A Pint o Wine (Robert Burns) Yestreen I had a pint o wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine The gowden locks
CRAIGIEBURN WOOD (Robert Burns) Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring on the Craigieburn
Dainty Davie (Robert Burns) Meet me on the Warlock Knowe, Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie! There I'll spend the day wi' you, My ain dear
BONIE LESLEY (Robert Burns) O, Saw ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther! To
DUNCAN GRAY (Robert Burns) Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray! (Ha, ha, the girdin o't!) Wae gae by you, Duncan Gray! (Ha, ha, the girdin o't!) When
FETE CHAMPETRE (Robert Burns) O, wha will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O, wha will to Saint Stephen's House O, th' merry
Five Carlins (Robert Burns) There was five carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To bring them tidings
AWA' WHIGS AWA' (Robert Burns) Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, And bonie bloom'd our roses; But Whigs cam like a frost in June, An wither
FRAE THE FRIENDS AND LAND I LOVE (Robert Burns) Frae the friends and land I love Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite, Frae my best belov'd I rove, Never
Eppie Adair (Robert Burns) By love and by beauty, By law and by duty, I swear to be true to My Eppie Adair! CHORUS
Hey Tuti Tatey (Robert Burns) Landlady count the lawin, The day is near the dawin, Ye're a'blind drunk, boys, And I'm jolly fou. ch. Hey tuti tatey
Green Sleeves (Robert Burns) Green sleeves and tartan ties Mark my true love where she lies; I'll be at her or she rise, My
