Poems & songs . nds wi sangs o joy,While the sun and thou arise to bless the day. Phoebus, gilding the brow o morning, Banishes ilk darksome shade,Nature gladdening and adorning ; Such to me my lovely maid. When absent frae my fair, The murky shades o careWith starless gloom oercast my sullen sky • But when, in beautys light, She meets my ravishd sight, When thro my very heart Her beaming glories dart—Tis then I wake to life, to light, and joy. LOVELY POLLY STEWART. Tune—Yere welcome, Charlie Stewart. O lovely Polly Stewart! O charming Polly Stewart!Theres neer a flower that blooms in May That
Poems & songs . nds wi sangs o joy,While the sun and thou arise to bless the day. Phoebus, gilding the brow o morning, Banishes ilk darksome shade,Nature gladdening and adorning ; Such to me my lovely maid. When absent frae my fair, The murky shades o careWith starless gloom oercast my sullen sky • But when, in beautys light, She meets my ravishd sight, When thro my very heart Her beaming glories dart—Tis then I wake to life, to light, and joy. LOVELY POLLY STEWART. Tune—Yere welcome, Charlie Stewart. O lovely Polly Stewart! O charming Polly Stewart!Theres neer a flower that blooms in May Thats half sae fair as thou flower it blaws, it fades and fas, And art can neer renew it;But worth and truth eternal youth Will gie to Polly Stewart. May he whose arms shall fauld thy charms, Possess a leal and true heart;To him be given to ken the heaven He grasps in Polly lovely Polly Stewart! O charming Polly Stewart!Theres neer a flower that blooms in May Thats half sae sweet as thou For a that, and a that, Our toils obscure, and a that;The rank is but the guinea-stamp,The mans the gowd for a that ! What tho on namely fare we dine,Wear hoddin grey, and a that, SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS. Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A mans a man for a that!For a that, and a that, Their tinsel show, and a that;The honest man, though eer sae poor, Is king o men for a that! Ye see yon birkie cad—a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a that,Though hundreds worship at his word, Hes but a coof for a that:For a that, and a that, His riband, star, and a that jThe man of independent mind He looks and laughs at a that! A king can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a that;But an honest mans aboon his might, Guid faith he maunna fa that!For a that, and a that, Their dignities, and a that,The pith o sense, and pride o worth, Are higher ranks than a that, Then let us pray that come it may— As come it will for a that—That sense and worth, oer a the earth, M
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