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Robert Burns
1759 - 1796
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'Twas Na Her Bonnie Blue Een
Tune - "" / I. / 'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin;
A Bard's Epitaph
Is there a whim-inspired fool, / Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, / Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
A Dedication To Gavin Hamilton, Esq
Expect na, Sir, in this narration, / A fleechin', fleth'rin dedication, / To roose you up, an' ca' you guid,
A Grace
Lord, we thank and thee adore, / For temp'ral gifts we little merit; / At present we will ask no more,
A Grace Before Dinner
O thou, who kindly dost provide / For every creature's want! / We bless thee, God of Nature wide,
A Grace Before Meat
O thou in whom we live and move, / Who mad'st the sea and shore, / Thy goodness constantly we prove,
A Mother's Lament For The Death Of Her Son
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, / And pierc'd my darling's heart; / And with him all the joys are fled
A Prayer - In The Prospect Of Death
O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause / Of all my hope and fear? / In whose dread presence, ere an hour
A Prayer, Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish
O Thou Great Being! what Thou art / Surpasses me to know; / Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
A Red, Red Rose
Tune - "" / I. / O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
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