THE CAPTAIN'S LADY

ROBERT BURNS

Chorus

MOUNT and go,

Mount and make you ready;

O mount and go,

And be the Captain's Lady.

When the drums do beat,

And the cannons rattle,

Thou shalt sit in state,

And see thy love in battle.

When the vanquish'd foe

Sues for peace and quiet,

To the shades we'll go,
And in love enjoy it.

O mount and go,

Mount and make you ready; O mount and go,

And be the Captain's Lady.

M

MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS

ROBERT BURNS

Y heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of valour, the country of worth: Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,

The hills of the Highlands forever I love.

Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe-
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

JOHN ANDERSON

ROBERT BURNS

JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John,

When we were first acquent,

Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John,

We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go; And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.

COCK UP YOUR BEAVER

WH

ROBERT BURNS

'HEN first my brave Johnnie lad
Came to this

town,
He had a blue bonnet
That wanted a crown;
But now he has gotten
A hat and a feather,
Hey, brave Johnnie lad,
Cock up your beaver!

Cock up your beaver,

And cock it fu' sprush,

We'll over the border

And gi'e them a brush;

There's somebody there

We'll teach better behaviour

Hey, brave Johnnie lad,

Cock up your beaver!

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A RED, RED ROSE

ROBERT BURNS

MY luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June!

O, my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:

And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun :
I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve !
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.