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, She is a winsome wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. The world's wrack we share o't, PHYLLIS THE FAIR WHI ROBERT BURNS HILE larks with little wing Tasting the breathing Spring, Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high; Such thy morn! did I cry, In each bird's careless song, While yon wild flowers among, Chance led me there: Sweet to the opening day, Rosebuds bent the dewy spray; Down in a shady walk Doves cooing were, 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; Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha for Scotland's King and law 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! 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 The feather'd people you might see, They hail the charming Chloe ; |