Robert Burns - How To Know Him by William Allan Neilson
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AULD ROB MORRIS
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, [dwells] He's the king o' gude fellows and wale of auld men; [pick] He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, [gold, oxen] And ae bonnie lassie, his dautie and mine. [one, darling] She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea, And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e. But oh! she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird, And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard; [garden] A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed, [must not] The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead. [death] The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; The night comes to me, but my rest it is gane; I wander my lane, like a night-troubled ghaist, [alone, ghost] And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast. O had she but been of a lower degree, I then might hae hoped she wad smiled upon me; O how past descriving had then been my bliss, [describing] As now my distraction no words can express! _O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast_, besides being one of the most exquisite of his songs, has a pathetic interest from the circumstances under which it was composed. During the last few months of his life, a |
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