My curse upon thy venom'd stang, That shoots my tortured gums alang; And through my lugs gies monie a twang, Wi' gnawing vengeance, Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang, Like racking engines!
The deil cam fiddlin thro'the town, And danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman; And ilka wife cries, auld Mahoun, I wish you luck o'the prize, man!Robert Burns
There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels, There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man, But the ae best dance e'er cam to the Land Was, the deil's awa wi' th' Exciseman.Robert Burns
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; wi'usquabae, we'll face the devil!Robert Burns
Hear how he clears the points o' Faith Wi' rattlin' an' thumpin'! Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath, He's stampin', an' he's jumpin'!Robert Burns
Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted; Five scymitars, wi'murder crusted.Robert Burns
I met ayont the cairney A lass wi' tousled hair Singin'till a bairnie That was nae langer there.Grieve
The laird o'Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great, His mind is ta'en up wi' things o'the State.
It's weel wi' you gentles, that can sit in the house wi' handkerchers at your een when ye lose a friend; but the like o'us maun to our wark again, if our hearts were beating as hard as my hammer. 724
Dinna be chappit back or cast down wi' the first rough answer.
Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'.
A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.
At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.Robert Burns
O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi' tears.william motherwell
Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, wi' the auld moon in hir arme.
The hyacinth for constancy wi' its unchanging blue.Robert Burns
Up wi' the flowers o' Scotland, The emblems o' the free, Their guardians for a thousand years, Their guardians still we'll be. A foe had better brave the de'il Within his reeky cell, Than our thistle's purple bonnet, Or bonny heather bell.thomas hood
"O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee;" The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam And all alone went she.Charles Kingsley
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled; Scots, wham Bruce has aften led. Welcome to your gory bed, or to victory!Robert Burns
They sought her baith by bower and ha'; The ladie was not seen! She's o'er the Border and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazeldean.
I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet, Wi' a' the honours three.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!Robert Burns
Since I do miss your vaïce an’ feäce
In praÿer at eventide,
I’ll praÿ wi’ woone said vaïce vor greäce
To goo where you do bide.