Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

Excerpt: ...her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister's husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the deranged state of his finances.-R.B., 1971. Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, Cheerless night that knows no morrow! "O'er the past too fondly wandering, On the hopeless future pondering; Chilly grief my life-blood freezes, Fell despair my fancy seizes. "Life, thou soul of every blessing, Load to misery most distressing, Gladly how would I resign thee, And to dark oblivion join thee!" Up In The Morning Early Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shill's I hear the blast- I'm sure it's winter fairly. Chorus.-Up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly. The birds sit chittering in the thorn, A' day they fare but sparely; And lang's the night frae e'en to morn- I'm sure it's winter fairly. Up in the morning's, &c. How Long And Dreary Is The Night How long and dreary is the night, When I am frae my dearie! I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn, Tho' I were ne'er so weary: I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn, Tho' I were ne'er sae weary! When I think on the happy days I spent wi' you my dearie: And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie! And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie! How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary! It wasna sae ye glinted by, When I was wi' my dearie! It wasna sae ye glinted by, When I was wi' my dearie! Hey, The Dusty Miller Hey, the dusty Miller, And his dusty coat, He will win a shilling, Or he spend a groat: Dusty was the coat, Dusty was the...