Burns: Selected Poems (The Penguin Poet Library)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 Excerpt: ...fairest! Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure! 20 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas! for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I 'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I 'll wage thee! The Lea-Rig. HEN o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin'-time is near, my jo; And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary O; Down by the burn, where scented birks Wi' dew are hangin' clear, my jo, I 'll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie O. In mirkest glen, at midnight hour, I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie O, If thro' that glen I gaed to thee, My ain kind dearie, O; Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild, And I were ne'er sae weary O, I 'll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie O. The hunter lo'es the morning sun, To rouse the mountain deer, my jo; At noon the fisher seeks the glen, Alang the burn to steer, my jo; Gi'e me the hour o' gloamin grey, It maks my heart sae cheery O, To meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie O. Highland Mary. "V"E banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There Simmer first unfald her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie: For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursel's asunder; But oh fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's...