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
There was a lad was born in Kyle, But what na day o' what na style. I doubt it's hardly worth the while To be sae nice wi' Robin.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.
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 hawthorn I will pu' wi' its lock o' siller gray, Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o' day.Robert Burns
The hyacinth for constancy wi' its unchanging blue.Robert Burns
Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an'chase thee, wi'murd'ring pattle!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.
The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet and precious.Robert Burns