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Green Grow the Rashes O​

           C                             Am 
There's naught but care on ev'ry han',
      Dm                
In ev'ry hour that passes, O!
          F                   C
What signifies the life o' man,
       Dm              Am
An' 'twere na for the lasses O?                                      CHO             C
 
Green grow the rashes O!
Dm
Green grow the rashes O!

       F                              C
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent

        Dm                      Am
Were spent among the lasses O!

Give me a cantie hour at e'en
My arms about my dearie, o
An warldly cares and warldly men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!                                             CHO

The warldly race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them, o
And tho at last they catch them fast
Their herts can ne'er enjoy them, o                                CHO
 
For you sae douce wha sneer at this,
Ye're not but senseless asses, O!
The wisest man the warld e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O!                                       CHO

Auld nature swears the lovely dears,
Her noblest work she classes; O!
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O!                                   CHO


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The Banks o' Doon

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou warblin' bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return!

Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine
And ilka bird sang o' its love,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover staw my rose
But, ah! she left the thorn wi' me.

Auld Lang Syne

​Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne? 
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We’ll tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup
And surely I’ll be mine 
We’ll tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine.
We've wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
From morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.

And ther's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll tak' a richt guid willy waught                                            
For auld lang syne.

Epitaph on Holy Willie

​Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay
Tak's up its last abode;
His soul has ta'en some other way,
I fear, the left-hand road.

Stop! There he is, as sure's a gun,
Poor, silly body, see him;
Nae wonder he's as black's the grun - 
Observe wha's standing wi him!

Your brumstane devilship, I see,
Has got him there before ye;
But haud your nine-tail cat a wee,
Till ance ye've heard my story.

Your pity I will not implore
For pity ye hae nane!
Justice alas! has gien him oer,
And mercy's day is gane.

But hear me, sir, deil as ye are,
Look something to your credit;
A coof like him wad stain your name,
If it were kent ye did it.

​Buy broom besoms

D                             Em    D                   Em
If ye want a besom fur tae clean yer hoose
D                             Em       Bm                    G
Come tae me ma lassie ye shall hae yer choice
 
             A                             D                                                             G
CHO             Buy broom besoms buy them when they're new
                      A                                D      A        D
                      Fine heather reddans better never grew
 
Besoms fur a penny, ringers fur a plack
If ye dinna buy I'll tie them on ma back
 
If a had a horse he could pu a cairt
If a had a wife she could tak ma pairt
 
I maun hae a wife I care na what she be
Gin she be a woman that's enough for me
 
If that she be bonny I shall think her richt
If that she be ugly whaur's the odds at nicht?  Buy...
 
Oh an she be young hoo happy shall I be
If that she be auld the sooner she will dee      Buy...
 
If that she be fruitful o what joy is there
If she should be barren less will be my care   Buy...
 
Be she green or gray, be she black or fair
Let her be a woman I shall seek nae mair   Buy...
 
If she like a drappie, she and I'll agree
If she disna like it there's the mair fur me   Buy...

The rantin dog, the daddy o't

O, wha my babie-clouts will buy?
O, wha will tent me when I cry?
Wha will kiss me where I lie? -
The rantin dog, the daddie o't!

O, wha will own he did the faut?
O, wha will buy the groanin maut?
O, wha will tell me how to ca't? -
The rantin dog, the daddie o't!

When I mount the creepie-chair,
Wha will sit beside me there?
Gie me Rob, I'll seek nae mair -
The rantin dog, the daddie o't!

Wha will crack to me my lane?
Wha will mak me fidgin fain?
Wha will kiss me o'er again? -
The rantin dog, the daddie o't!
 
 
The creepie chair...or stool of repentance is where sinners had to sit
whilst in the church. Burns had to stand penance in the kirk for
fathering a bairn – Dear Bought Bess – wi Elizabeith Paton,
a farm servant
. 

Honest Poverty

F                                        Bb   C                  F                                        Bb
Is there, for honest poverty, that hings his heid, and a’ that?
F                                             Bb          C          F        Bb           C
The coward slave, we’ll pass him by, we daur be poor for a’ that!
F                          Bb  C     F                               Bb
For a’ that and a’ that, our toils obscure and a’ that
F                                        Bb         C                  F                    Bb             C
The rank is but the guinea stamp, the man’s the gowd for a’ that.
 
What though on hamely fare we dine, wear hoddin grey, and a’ that?
Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, a man’s a man for a’ that.
For a’ that and a’ that, their tinsel show and a’ that
The honest man, though ere sae poor, is king o men for a’ that 
 
Ye see thon birkie ca’d a lord wha struts and stares and a’ that?
Though hundreds worship at his word, he’s but a coof for a’ that.
For a’ that and a’ that, his riband, star, and a’ that
The man o’ independent mind he looks and laughs at a’ that. 
 
A prince can mak a belted knight, a marquis, duke and a’ that
An honest man’s abune his might, guid faith he mauna fa’ that!
For a’ that and a’ that, their dignities and a’ that
The pith o sense and pride o worth are higher rank than a’ that 
 
So let us pray that come it may as come it will for a’ that,
That sense and worth o’er a’ the earth May bear the gree and a’ that.
For a’ that and a’ that, it’s coming yet, for a’ that
That man tae man, the world o’er shall brothers be for a’ that.
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