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a-jee-ajar; syne-then; lightly-make light of; gowd-gold; hoddin grey-undyed wool; birkie-fellow; the gree-the triumph, or prize of victory.

NAIRN. Burns' countrywoman, Lady Nairn, may appropriately complete our volume, with a song worthy of Burns himself, and for a long while attributed to him as his death-singing. It was supposed to be addressed to his wife Jean, and so printed; but it has been claimed by and for Lady Nairn, who wrote during the latter part of the century a number of songs: Caller Herrings, the Laird o' Cockpen, and many more, keeping her name secret. The Land o' the Leal was written in 1798. Four lines, not helping the song, were added by her many years later; and of four other lines (says the Rev. Charles Rogers, who edited her poems in 1869) it is doubtful whether they be not "an interpolation by another hand." The words are here given as Lady Nairn first wrote them.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!

Alas! have I not pain enough, my friend!..

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59

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Beauty, sweet Love! is like the morning dew
Because I breathe not love to every one

80

60

Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads.
Blow! blow! thou winter wind!.....

246

105

Buzz! quoth the Blue-Fly......

129

Call for the robin red-breast and the wren...

Calm was the day, and through the trembling air..
Care-charmer, Sleep! son of the sable Night
Change thy mind since she doth change
Chloris! if ere May be done

Choose me your Valentine!

131

28

79

114

255

178

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Come away, come away, Death!
Come! come away! the Spring..
Come, little Babe! come, silly soul!.
Come live with me and be my Love!

Come, Sleep! and with thy sweet deceiving

Come, spur away!.......

Come then, tell me, sage divine!

107

235

21

93

139

183

278

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Cromwell! our chief of men, who through a cloud..

214

Cupid and my Campaspè play'd......
Cyriack! this three years' day, these eyes

47

217

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Fair Summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore!.

False World! thou liest: thou canst not lend..

Fear no more the heat o' the sun

Fine young Folly! though you were

First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come

First shall the heavens want starry light..

Flee from the press and dwell with soothfastness!.

Fly hence, Shadows! that do keep

Fresh Spring! the herald of Love's mighty king.
From fame's desire, from love's delight retired..
From harmony, from heavenly harmony
Full fathom five thy father lies

71

175

186

175

88

171

108

188

228

69

3

142

33

97

253

103

Give place, ye Lovers! here before...

Give place, you Ladies! and begone
Glide, gentle streams! and bear..

Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease

Go, lovely rose

Good Muse! rock me asleep

Go, Soul! the body's guest.

Hail, beauteous stranger of the wood!....
Happy the man, whose wish and care..

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings.

Hark, how chimes the Passing-Bell..

Hark! now every thing is still..

Hence, loathed Melancholy

Hence, vain deluding Joys!.

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14

177

141

191

23

25

283

258

108

181

131

199

203

256

174

Here lies the ruin'd Cabinet

Her lamp the glow-worm lend thee!....

He's not the happy man to whom is given..
He that loves a rosy cheek................

How bless'd is he, though ever cross'd.
How ill doth he deserve a Lover's name

How long with vain complaining

How oft when thou, my Music! music play'st

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth
How sweet I roam'd from field to field..

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167

82

167

62

113

199

287

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If women could be fair and yet not fond..

20

If ye would love and loved be

6

I have done one braver thing.

122

I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read

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In time long past, when in Diana's chace

I once may see when years shall wreak my wrong.

I prithee let my heart alone!

I saw fair Chloris walk alone

I saw my Lady weep..............

Is there for honest poverty

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I tell thee, Dick! where I have been..
I've heard the lilting at our yowe-milking

I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile.

Lady! you are with beauties so enriched
Lately, by clear Thames, his side

Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son!..
Lay a garland on my hearse...

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63

79

247

168

145

300

193

279

86

132

234

216

137

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Let Mother Earth now deck herself in flowers

114

55

Let us use it while we may

198

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Like the violet, which alone...
Like to Diana, in her summer weed
Like to the clear in highest sphere..
Love guards the roses of thy lips
Love hath delight in sweet delicious fare.

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My Dearest! to let you or the world know.

173

My love is of a birth as rare

245

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming.
My Lute! awake! perform the last..

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