CAULD FROSTY MORNING (Robert Burns) 'Twas past ane o'clock in a cauld frosty morning, When cankert November blaws over the plain, I heard the kirk-bell
Highland Mary (Robert Burns) Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair
I Love My Love in Secret (Robert Burns) My Sandy gied to me a ring Was a'beset wi diamonds fine; But I gied him a far better
Jamie, Come Try Me (Robert Burns) chorus: Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me! If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me
I SING OF A WHISTLE (Robert Burns) I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of' a Whistle, the pride of the North, Was brought to the court of
JOHN BARLEYCORN: A BALLAD (Robert Burns) There was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath
JOHN COME KISS ME NOW (Robert Burns) cho: O John, come kiss me now, now, now; O John, my luve, come kiss me now; O John, come kiss me by
Jumpin' John (Robert Burns) Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad; Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd Wad taste
Kissing my Kate (Merry hae I been...) (Robert Burns) O, merry hae I been teethin a heckle An merry hae I been shapin a spoon! O, merry
dinna like it, there's the mair for me. Be she green or greym be she black or fair Let her be a woman, I shall seek nae mair. Collected by Robert Burns
Laddie, Lie Near Me (Robert Burns) 'Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin; Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoing: 'Twas
LADY ONLIE (Robert Burns) A' the lads o Thornie-bank, When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, They'll step in an' tak a pint, Wi Lady Onlie, honest
Johnny Cope (Robert Burns) Sir John Cope trode the north right far, Yet ne'er a rebel he cam naur, Until he landed at Dunbar Right early
A MAN'S A MAN FOR ALL THAT or IS THERE FOR HONEST POVERTY by Robert Burns Is there for honest poverty That hangs his head, an' a' that The coward
My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose (Robert Burns) 0, my luve is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June. 0, my love is
Musing on the Roaring Ocean (Robert Burns) Musing on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me, Wearying heav'n in warm devotion For his
Comin' Thro the Rye (Robert Burns) O, Jenney's a'weet poor body, Jenny's seldom dry; She draigl't a' her petticoattie Comin
MY WIFE'S A WANTON WEE THING (Robert Burns) My wife's a wanton, wee thing, My wife's a wanton, wee thing, My wife's a wanton, wee thing, She winna be