Songs and lyrics of Robert Burns

[The first lines of Choruses, as well as of the opening verses, are given in this Index.]

• Ae fond kiss, and then we sever, 73
• Again rejoicing nature sees, 58
• A guid New-Year I wish thee, Maggie, 37
• Ah, Chloris, since it may na be, 72
• Ance crowdie, twice crowdie, 150
• An’ O for ane an’ twenty, Tam, 34
• An’ O! my Eppie, 148
• As cauld a wind as ever blew, 119
• As Mailie, an’ her lambs thegither, 94
• Awa wi’ your witchcraft o’ beauty’s alarms, 132
• Ay waukin, O, 163
• Bannocks o’ bear meal, 155
• Behind yon hills where Lugar flows, 20
• Blythe, blythe and merry was she, 7
• Bonnie lassie, will ye go, 3
• Braw braw lads on Yarrow braes, 75
• By Ochtertyre there grows the aik, 7
• By yon castle wa’, at the close of the day, 12
• Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, 108
• Cauld is the e’enin’ blast, 130
• Coming through the rye, poor body, 156
• Contented wi’ little, and cantie wi’ mair, 47
• Dear Smith, the sleest pawkie thief, 114
• Does haughty Gaul invasion threat, 169
• Duncan Gray came here to woo, 18
• Edina, Scotia’s darling seat, 69
• Fair fa’ your honest sonsie face, 154
• Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong, 74
• First when Maggie was my care, 130
• Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, 9
• For a’ that, and a’ that, 167
• For auld lang syne, my dear, 170
• Gane is the day, and mirk’s the night, 51
• Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, 6
• Green grow the rashes O, 22
• Hale be your heart, hale be your fiddle, 61
• Hark, the mavis’ e’ening sang, 108
• Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, 112
• Here’s a health to them that’s awa, 168
• He’s gane, he’s gane! he’s frae us torn, 142
• Husband, husband, cease your strife, 131
• I am my mammie’s ae bairn, 103
• I coft a stane o’ haslock woo’, 57
• I dread thee, Fate, relentless and severe, 164
• I gat your letter, winsome Willie, 98
• I hae a wife o’ my ain, 91
• I lang hae thought, my youthfu’ friend, 151
• I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, 36
• I mind it weel, in early date, 164
• I’m owre young, I’m owre young, 103
• I see a form, I see a face, 36
• Is there a whim-inspirèd fool, 161
• Is there, for honest poverty, 167
• I tell you now this ae night, 135
• It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, 90
• It was a’ for our rightfu’ King, 11
• It was upon a Lammas night, 21
• Jenny’s a’ wat, poor body, 156
• John Anderson my jo, John, 58
• Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, 96
• Lassie wi’ the lint-white locks, 41
• Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, 101
• Let half-starv’d slaves in warmer skies, 82
• Let other Poets raise a fracas, 78
• Loud blaw the frosty breezes, 138
• Meet me on the warlock knowe, 10
• My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie, 32
• My heart is sair, I dare na tell, 33
• My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, 139
• My heart was ance as blythe and free, 104
• My lady’s gown there’s gairs upon’t, 43
• My lord a-hunting he is gane, 43
• My Lord, I know your noble ear, 135
• My love is like a red red rose, 6
• My love she’s but a lassie yet, 84
• November chill blaws loud wi’ angry sough, 180
• Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, 74
• Now Nature cleeds the flowery lea, 41
• Now rosy May comes in wi’ flowers, 10
• Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, 3
• Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns, 120
• O cam ye here the fight to shun, 16
• Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw, 90
• O guid ale comes, and guid ale goes, 84
• Oh, open the door, some pity to shew, 111
• O how can I be blithe and glad, 89
• O Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie, 13
• O lassie, art thou sleeping yet, 134
• O leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel, 146
• O let me in this ae night, 134
• O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, 15
• O Luve will venture in, where it daur na weel be seen, 42
• O Mary, at thy window be, 2
• O May, thy morn was ne’er sae sweet, 129
• O poortith cauld, and restless love, 122
• O rattlin’, roarin’ Willie, 51
• O saw ye bonnie Lesley, 71
• O that I had ne’er been married, 150
• O this is no my ain lassie, 36
• O Thou unknown Almighty Cause, 159
• O Thou, whatever title suit thee, 125
• O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, 123
• Out over the Forth I look to the north, 113
• O, wat ye wha’s in yon town, 34
• O were I on Parnassus hill, 92
• O, wert thou in the cauld blast, 140
• O wha my babie-clouts will buy, 63
• O whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad, 62
• O why should fate sic pleasure have, 123
• O Willie brew’d a peck o’ maut, 50
• O ye wha are sae guid yoursel, 106
• Robin was a rovin’ boy, 1
• Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, 74
• Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, 166
• She is a winsome wee thing, 93
• Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 170
• Simmer’s a pleasant time, 163
• The bonniest lad that e’er I saw, 68
• The cardin’ o’t, the spinnin’ o’t, 57
• The Catrine woods were yellow seen, 162
• The gloomy night is gathering fast, 67
• The lovely lass o’ Inverness, 140
• The red-coat lads, wi’ black cockades, 17
• Then guidwife, count the lawin, 51
• Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher, 132
• There’s auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, 122
• There’s naught but care on ev’ry han’, 22
• There was a lad was born in Kyle, 1
• There was a lass, and she was fair, 109
• There was a lass, they ca’d her Meg, 60
• There was three Kings into the east, 48
• The sun had closed the winter day, 200
• The wind blew hollow frae the hills, 157
• The wintry wast extends his blast, 46
• Tho’ cruel fate should bid us part, 31
• Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, 113
• Thou lingering star, with lessening ray, 14
• To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids, 105
• ’Twas even—the dewy fields were green, 141
• ’Twas in that place o’ Scotland’s Isle, 172
• ’Twas when the stacks got on their winter-hap, 186
• Up in the morning’s no’ for me, 92
• We are na fou’, we’re no that fou’, 50
• Wee modest crimson-tippèd flow’r, 44
• Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, 4
• What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, 104
• When biting Boreas, fell and dour, 23
• When chapman billies leave the street, 193
• When chill November’s surly blast, 64
• When I think on the happy days, 12
• When o’er the hill the eastern star, 145
• Where Cart rins rowin’ to the sea, 147
• While briers an’ woodbines budding green, 52
• While new-ca’d kye rowte at the stake, 85
• While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, 26
• Why am I loath to leave this earthly scene, 160
• Wi’ braw new branks in mickle pride, 76
• Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, 133
• Wow, but your letter made me vauntie, 149
• Ye banks, and braes, and streams around, 8
• Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, 120

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