The complete works of Robert Burns- containing his poems, songs, and correspondence (1852) (14596036079)

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Title: The complete works of Robert Burns: containing his poems, songs, and correspondence

Year: 1852 (1850s)

Authors: Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 Cunningham, Allan, 1784-1842, (from old catalog) ed

Subjects: Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 Songs, Scots Poets, Scottish

Publisher: Boston, Phillips, Sampson, and company

Contributing Library: The Library of Congress

Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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has the land ; But to my heart Ill add my hand,And gie it to the weaver. THE CARLES OF DYSART. Tune—ITei/ ca thro. While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; (Communicated to the Museum by Burns in his own While bees delight in opning flowers ; handwriting : part of it is his composition, and some be- While corn grows green in simmer showers. lieve the whole.) Ill love my gallant weaver. I.Up wi the carles o Dysart, And the lads o Buckhaven, And the kimmers o Largo, And the lasses o Leven. CXLV. Hey, ca thro, ca thro. THE BAIRNS GAT OUT. For we hae mickle ado ; Hey, ca thro, ca thro. Tune— The dcuks dang oer vmj daddie.^ For we hae mickle ado. (Burns found some of the sentiments and a few of the words of this song in a strain, rather rough and homespun. II. of Scotlands elder day. He communicated it to the Mu- We hae tales to tell. seum.) And we hae sangs to sing; I. We hae pennies to spend, The bairns gat out wi an unco shout, And we hae pints to bring. The deuks dang oer my daddie, 01

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2 i OF ROBERT BURNS. 263 The fien-ma-care, quo the feirrie auld wife, CXLVII.THE EXCISEMAN. He was but a paidlin body, 0 !He paidles out, an he paidles in. An he paidles late an early, 0!This seven lang years I hae lien by his side,An he is but a fusionless carlie, 0! Tune—The Deil cam fiddlvig through the toion. (Composed and sung by the poet at a festive meeting ofthe excisemen of the Dumfries district.) II.0, hand your tongue, my feirrie auld wife, 0, hand your tongue, now Nansie, 0!Ive seen the day, and sae hae ye. Ye wadna been sae donsie, 0 !Ive seen the day ye butterd my brose, And cuddled me late and early, 0 !But downa dos come oer me now. And, oh ! I feel it sairly, 01 I. The deil cam fiddling through the town, And danced awa wi the Exciseman,And ilka wife cries— Auld Mahoun,I wish you luck o the prize, man !The deils awa, the deils awa, The deils awa wi the Exciseman ;Hes dancd awa, hes dancd awa.Hes dancd awa wi the Exciseman ! II.Well mak our maut, well brew our drink

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