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Robert Burns 1759- 1796
Bonnie Bell
The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly Winter grimly flies;
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
And Bonnie blue are the sunny skies.
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Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
The evening gilds the ocean's swell;
All creatures joy in the sun's returning,
And I rejoice in my Bonnie Bell.
The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer,
The yellow Autumn presses near;
Then in his turn comes gloomy Winter,
Till smiling Spring again appear:
Thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
Old Time and Nature their changes tell;
But never ranging, still unchanging.
I adore my Bonnie Bell.
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
To a kiss
Humid seal of soft affections,
Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss;
Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion's birth, and infants' play.
Dove-like fondness, chaste concession,
Glowing dawn of brighter day;
Sorrowing joy, adieu's last action,
When ling'ring lips no more mast join;
What words can ever speak affection
So thrilling and sincere as thine.
My Heart's In The Highlands
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands achasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe.
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
All hail to the Highlands, all hail to the North,
The birth-place of valour, the country of worth,
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below,
Farewell to the forests and high hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, etc.
Adieu for a while, I can never forget thee,
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
I sing for the hour that shall bid me retrace
The path of my childhood, my own native place.
My heart's in the Highlands, etc