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ANNIE LAURIE

ANONYMOUS

AXWELTON braes are bonnie
Where early fa's the dew,
And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gie'd me her promise true, —
Gie'd me her promise true;
Which ne'er forgot will be;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.

Her brow is like the snaw-drift,
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest

That e'er the sun shone on,
That e'er the sun shone on;
And dark blue is her e’e;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.

Like dew on the gowan lying
Is the fa' o' her fairy feet;

Like the winds in summer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet,

Her voice is low and sweet;

And she's a' the world to me;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I'd lay me down and dee.

COMING THROUGH THE RYE

ANONYMOUS

IN a body meet a body

Comin' through the rye,

Gin a body kiss a body,

Need a body cry?

Every lassie has her laddie

Ne'er a ane ha'e I;

Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e mysel';

But whaur his hame, or what his name,
I dinna care to tell.

Gin a body meet a body
Comin' frae the town,
Gin a body greet a body,
Need a body frown?

Every lassie has her laddie

Ne'er a ane ha'e I;

Yet a' the lads they smile at me

When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e mysel';

But whaur his hame, or what his name,
I dinna care to tell.

UP IN THE MORNING EARLY

ROBERT BURNS

Chorus

P in the morning's no' for me,
Up in the morning early;

When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;

Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;

And lang's the night frae e'en to morn-
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

Up in the morning's no' for me,

Up in the morning early;

When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER

ROBERT BURNS

EY, the dusty miller,
And his dusty coat;

He will win a shilling,
Or he spend a groat.
Dusty was the coat,

Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was the kiss

That I got frae the miller.

Hey, the dusty miller,

And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
Fills the dusty peck.
Fills the dusty peck,
Brings the dusty siller;
I wad gie my coatie
For the dusty miller.

TIBBIE DUNBAR

ROBERT BURNS

WILT thou go wi' me, Sweet Tibbie Dunbar? O wilt thou go wi' me,

Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

Wilt thou ride on a horse,
Or be drawn in a car,

Or walk by my side,

O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

I care na thy daddie,

His lands and his money,

I care na thy kindred,

Sae high and sae lordly; But say thou wilt hae me

For better for waur And come in thy coatie,

Sweet Tibbie Dunbar!