FATE gave the word, the arrow sped,
Robert Burns
O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause
O THOU Great Being! what Thou art,
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
WHEN Princes and Prelates,
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour,
GUDE pity me, because I’m little!
AH, woe is me, my mother dear!
WHOM will you send to London town,
FY, let us a’ to Kirkcudbright,
’TWAS in the seventeen hunder year
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware,
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams,
THERE was a lass, and she was fair,
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young,
SOME books are lies frae end to end,
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife,
THE LADDIES by the banks o’ Nith
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare,
EARTH’D up, here lies an imp o’ hell,
THE DEVIL got notice that Grose was a-dying
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date,
HERE lie Willie Michie’s banes;
YE maggots, feed on Nicol’s brain,
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng,
O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
UPON that night, when fairies light
ALTHO’ my back be at the wa’,
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell,
OLD Winter, with his frosty beard,
’TIS Friendship’s pledge, my young, fair Friend,
THERE was three kings into the east,
ONCE fondly lov’d, and still remember’d dear,
O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour,
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O,
MY girl she’s airy, she’s buxom and gay;
LET other heroes boast their scars,
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell,
DWELLER in yon dungeon dark,
WHY, ye tenants of the lake,
SWEET flow’ret, pledge o’ meikle love,
HEAR, Land o’ Cakes, and brither Scots,
O THOU dread Power, who reign’st above,
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees
FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows
THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen,
FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,
THE GLOOMY night is gath’ring fast,
FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
GANE is the day, and mirk’s the night,
I GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen,
I HAE a wife of my ain,
I MURDER hate by flood or field,
YOUR friendship much can make me blest,
FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong,
Chorus.—She is a winsome wee thing,
NOW spring has clad the grove in green,
Chorus—O aye my wife she dang me,
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day,
WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed,
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
O HOW shall I, unskilfu’, try
THE BAIRNS gat out wi’ an unco shout,
HERE is the glen, and here the bower
IT was upon a Lammas night,
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last
BUT lately seen in gladsome green,
BY yon Castle wa’, at the close of the day,
THINE am I, my faithful Fair,
THOU ling’ring star, with lessening ray,
YE Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear,
SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough,
WITH secret throes I marked that earth,
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,
WHEN chapman billies leave the street,
YE Irish lords, ye knights an’ squires,
MY lov’d, my honour’d, much respected friend!
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw,
FAREWELL, old Scotia’s bleak domains,
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu;
THERE was five Carlins in the South,
Chorus.—Robin shure in hairst,
MY lord, I know your noble ear
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox,
O WHA my babie-clouts will buy?
WHILE Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things,
WHEN wild war’s deadly blast was blawn,
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies,
’TWAS 1 in that place o’ Scotland’s isle,
THE SUN had clos’d the winter day,
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth,
KEN ye aught o’ Captain Grose?—Igo, and ago,
THE WINTRY west extends his blast,