Handsome Nell
O, once I lov'd a bonnie lass, Aye, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast I'll love my handsome Nell
As bonnie lasses I hae seen, And mony full as braw,
But for a modest gracefu' mien The like I never saw...
O, once I lov'd a bonnie lass, Aye, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast I'll love my handsome Nell
As bonnie lasses I hae seen, And mony full as braw,
But for a modest gracefu' mien The like I never saw...
"And send the godly in a pet to pray
" - Pope O Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,
Wha, as it pleases best Thysel',
Sends ane to heaven an' ten to hell,
O,
Jenny's a' weet, poor body, Jenny's seldom dry:
She draigl't a' her petticoatie, Comin thro' the rye
Comin thro' the rye, poor body, Comin thro' the rye,
Upon that night, when fairies
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.
O saw ye bonie Lesley As she gaed o'er the Border
She 's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther
To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither
Thou ar...
There's nane that's blest of human
But the cheerful and the gay, man
Here's a bottle and an honest friend
What wad ye wish for mair, man
O thou
whatever title suit thee,— Auld Hornie,
Satan,
Nick, or Clootie
Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,
A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh:
O life
thou art a galling load,
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
I am nae poet, in a sense, But just a rhymer like by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence; Yet what the matter
Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her
Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, "How can you e'er ...