THE WINSOME WEE THING

S

ROBERT BURNS

HE is a winsome wee thing,

She is a handsome wee thing,

She is a bonnie wee thing,

This sweet wee wife o' mine.

I never saw a fairer,

I never lo'ed a dearer;

And neist my heart I'll wear her,
For fear my jewel tine."

She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonnie wee thing,

This sweet wee wife o' mine.

The world's wrack we share o't,
The warstle and the care o't;
Wi' her I'll blythely bear it,
And think my lot divine.

PHYLLIS THE FAIR

WHI

ROBERT BURNS

HILE larks with little wing
Fann'd the pure air,

Tasting the breathing Spring,
Forth I did fare:

Gay the sun's golden eye

Peep'd o'er the mountains high;

Such thy morn! did I cry,
Phyllis the fair.

In each bird's careless song,
Glad I did share;

While yon wild flowers among,

Chance led me there:

Sweet to the opening day,

Rosebuds bent the dewy spray;
Such thy bloom! did I say,
Phyllis the fair.

Down in a shady walk

Doves cooing were,
I mark'd the cruel hawk,
Caught in a snare:
So kind may fortune be,
Such make his destiny!
He who would injure thee,
Phyllis the fair.

S

BANNOCKBURN

ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY

ROBERT BURNS

COTS, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled,

Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to victorie!

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lower;
See approach proud Edward's power
Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's King and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa'?
Let him on wi' me!

By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do, or die!

CHLOE

ROBERT BURNS

T was the charming month of May,

IT

When all the flowers were fresh and gay,

One morning by the break of day,

The youthful charming Chloe
From peaceful slumbers she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o'er the flowery mead she goes,
The youthful charming Chloe.
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,
The youthful charming Chloe.

The feather'd people you might see,
Perch'd all around, on every tree,
In notes of sweetest melody

They hail the charming Chloe ;
Till painting gay the eastern skies,
The glorious sun began to rise,
Out-rivall'd by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.