John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Robert Burns. (17591796) (continued)
4756 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, I ll sing thee a song in thy praise.
Flow gently, sweet Afton.
4757 Oh whistle, and I ll come to ye, my lad. 1
Whistle, and I ll come to ye.
4758 If naebody care for me, I ll care for naebody. 2
I hae a Wife o my Ain.
4759 Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o lang syne?
Auld Lang Syne.
4760 We twa hae run about the braes, And pud the gowans fine.
Auld Lang Syne.
4761 Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?
Ode on Mrs. Oswald.
4762 To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That is the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Epistle to Dr. Blacklock.
4763 If there s a hole in a your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel s amang ye takin notes, And, faith, he ll prent it.
On Captain Groses Peregrinations through Scotland.
4764 John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent.
John Anderson.