Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 349. Song—Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie |
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| O KENMURE’S on and awa, Willie, | |
| O Kenmure’s on and awa: | |
| An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lord | |
| That ever Galloway saw. | |
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| Success to Kenmure’s band, Willie! | 5 |
| Success to Kenmure’s band! | |
| There’s no a heart that fears a Whig, | |
| That rides by kenmure’s hand. | |
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| Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine, Willie! | |
| Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine! | 10 |
| There’s ne’er a coward o’ Kenmure’s blude, | |
| Nor yet o’ Gordon’s line. | |
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| O Kenmure’s lads are men, Willie, | |
| O Kenmure’s lads are men; | |
| Their hearts and swords are metal true, | 15 |
| And that their foes shall ken. | |
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| They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie; | |
| They’ll live or die wi’ fame; | |
| But sune, wi’ sounding victorie, | |
| May Kenmure’s lord come hame! | 20 |
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| Here’s him that’s far awa, Willie! | |
| Here’s him that’s far awa! | |
| And here’s the flower that I loe best, | |
| The rose that’s like the snaw. | |
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