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That thy blue bonnet's pluck'd o'er thy brow?
And the plough-man weeps over his plough,
And the plough-man weeps over his plough.
Is he gone then for aye, and for aye,
No more shall we list to his song ?
Poor Robin they've lain all along,
Poor Robin they've lain all along.
Adieu then the forest and bill,
And farewell the vallies and grove!
And the vallies ring still,
Still echo his 'ditties of love.
Well, a well a day,
Still echo his ditties of love.
The sad sound of echo l'll shun,
Its dying notes live on my mind:
From your forefather's home, Leave your forefather's feelings behind, Well, a well a day,
Leave your forefather's feelings behind?
Still the blackbird will sing on the thorn,
And the lark early carol on high,
Will chaunt Robin's verse with a sigh,
Will chaunt Robin's verse with a sigh.
The Life of Robert Burns
Encomium on Burns
Burns' Epitaph on himself
Monody on the Death of Robert Burns
The Twa Dogs
The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Repre sentatives in the House of Commons
The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie, "the Author's
only Pet Yewe
Poor Mailie's Elegy
To J. S.
The Vision-Duan first
Address to the Unco Guid; or, the Rigidly Righteous
The Auld Farmer's New Year's Morning Salutation to his
To a Mouse, on turning her up in her Nest with the Plough,
A Winter Night
Epistle to Davie, a Brother Poet
Second Epistle to Davie
Winter, a Dirge
The Cotter's Saturday Night
To a Mountain Daisy
Epistle to a young Friend
Written with a Pencil, standing by the Fall of Fyers, uear
Written with a Pencil over the Chimney Piece in the Par-