BURNS
We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea,We’ll o’er the water to Charlie!Come weal, come woe, we’ll gather and go,And live and die wi’ Charlie.Come, boat me o’er, come row me o’er,Come boat me o’er to Charlie!I’ll gie John Ross another bawbeeTo boat me o’er to Charlie.I lo’e weel my Charlie’s name,Though some there be abhor him;But, O! to see Auld Nick gaun hame,And Charlie’s foes before him!I swear and vow by moon and starsAnd sun that shines so early,If I had twenty thousand lives,I’d die as aft for Charlie!We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea,We’ll o’er the water to Charlie!Come weal, come woe, we’ll gather and go,And live and die wi’ Charlie!Robert Burns.
We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea,We’ll o’er the water to Charlie!Come weal, come woe, we’ll gather and go,And live and die wi’ Charlie.Come, boat me o’er, come row me o’er,Come boat me o’er to Charlie!I’ll gie John Ross another bawbeeTo boat me o’er to Charlie.I lo’e weel my Charlie’s name,Though some there be abhor him;But, O! to see Auld Nick gaun hame,And Charlie’s foes before him!I swear and vow by moon and starsAnd sun that shines so early,If I had twenty thousand lives,I’d die as aft for Charlie!We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea,We’ll o’er the water to Charlie!Come weal, come woe, we’ll gather and go,And live and die wi’ Charlie!Robert Burns.
We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea,We’ll o’er the water to Charlie!Come weal, come woe, we’ll gather and go,And live and die wi’ Charlie.
Come, boat me o’er, come row me o’er,Come boat me o’er to Charlie!I’ll gie John Ross another bawbeeTo boat me o’er to Charlie.
I lo’e weel my Charlie’s name,Though some there be abhor him;But, O! to see Auld Nick gaun hame,And Charlie’s foes before him!
I swear and vow by moon and starsAnd sun that shines so early,If I had twenty thousand lives,I’d die as aft for Charlie!
We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea,We’ll o’er the water to Charlie!Come weal, come woe, we’ll gather and go,And live and die wi’ Charlie!
Robert Burns.
Frae the friends and land I loveDriv’n by Fortune’s felly spite,Frae my best belov’d I rove,Never mair to taste delight!Never mair maun hope to findEase frae toil, relief frae care.When remembrance wracks the mind,Pleasures but unveil despair.Brightest climes shall mirk appear,Desert ilka blooming shore,Till the Fates, nae mair severe,Friendship, love, and peace restore;Till Revenge with laurell’d headBring our banish’d hame again,And ilk loyal, bonnie ladCross the seas, and win his ain!Robert Burns.
Frae the friends and land I loveDriv’n by Fortune’s felly spite,Frae my best belov’d I rove,Never mair to taste delight!Never mair maun hope to findEase frae toil, relief frae care.When remembrance wracks the mind,Pleasures but unveil despair.Brightest climes shall mirk appear,Desert ilka blooming shore,Till the Fates, nae mair severe,Friendship, love, and peace restore;Till Revenge with laurell’d headBring our banish’d hame again,And ilk loyal, bonnie ladCross the seas, and win his ain!Robert Burns.
Frae the friends and land I loveDriv’n by Fortune’s felly spite,Frae my best belov’d I rove,Never mair to taste delight!Never mair maun hope to findEase frae toil, relief frae care.When remembrance wracks the mind,Pleasures but unveil despair.
Brightest climes shall mirk appear,Desert ilka blooming shore,Till the Fates, nae mair severe,Friendship, love, and peace restore;Till Revenge with laurell’d headBring our banish’d hame again,And ilk loyal, bonnie ladCross the seas, and win his ain!
Robert Burns.
O, Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie,O, Kenmure’s on and awa!An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lordThat ever Galloway saw!Success to Kenmure’s band, Willie,Success to Kenmure’s band!There’s no a heart that fears a WhigThat rides by Kenmure’s hand.Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine, Willie,Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine!There ne’er was a coward o’ Kenmure’s blude,Nor yet o’ Gordon’s line.O, Kenmure’s lads are men, Willie,O, Kenmure’s lads are men!Their hearts and swords are metal true,And that their faes shall ken.They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie,They’ll live or die wi’ fame!But soon wi’ sounding VictorieMay Kenmure’s lord come hame!Here’s him that’s far awa, Willie,Here’s him that’s far awa!And here’s the flower that I lo’e best—The rose that’s like the sna!Robert Burns.
O, Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie,O, Kenmure’s on and awa!An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lordThat ever Galloway saw!Success to Kenmure’s band, Willie,Success to Kenmure’s band!There’s no a heart that fears a WhigThat rides by Kenmure’s hand.Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine, Willie,Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine!There ne’er was a coward o’ Kenmure’s blude,Nor yet o’ Gordon’s line.O, Kenmure’s lads are men, Willie,O, Kenmure’s lads are men!Their hearts and swords are metal true,And that their faes shall ken.They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie,They’ll live or die wi’ fame!But soon wi’ sounding VictorieMay Kenmure’s lord come hame!Here’s him that’s far awa, Willie,Here’s him that’s far awa!And here’s the flower that I lo’e best—The rose that’s like the sna!Robert Burns.
O, Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie,O, Kenmure’s on and awa!An’ Kenmure’s lord’s the bravest lordThat ever Galloway saw!
Success to Kenmure’s band, Willie,Success to Kenmure’s band!There’s no a heart that fears a WhigThat rides by Kenmure’s hand.
Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine, Willie,Here’s Kenmure’s health in wine!There ne’er was a coward o’ Kenmure’s blude,Nor yet o’ Gordon’s line.
O, Kenmure’s lads are men, Willie,O, Kenmure’s lads are men!Their hearts and swords are metal true,And that their faes shall ken.
They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie,They’ll live or die wi’ fame!But soon wi’ sounding VictorieMay Kenmure’s lord come hame!
Here’s him that’s far awa, Willie,Here’s him that’s far awa!And here’s the flower that I lo’e best—The rose that’s like the sna!
Robert Burns.
It was a’ for our rightfu’ kingWe left fair Scotland’s strand;It was a’ for our rightfu’ king,We e’er saw Irish land,My dear—We e’er saw Irish land.Now a’ is done that men can do,And a’ is done in vain,My Love and Native Land fareweel,For I maun cross the main,My dear—For I maun cross the main.He turn’d him right and round aboutUpon the Irish shore,And gae his bridle reins a shake,With adieu for evermore,My dear—And adieu for evermore!The soger frae the wars returns,The sailor frae the main,But I hae parted frae my loveNever to meet again,My dear—Never to meet again.When day is gane, and night is come,And a’ folk bound to sleep,I think on him that’s far awaThe lee-lang night, and weep,My dear—The lee-lang night and weep.Robert Burns.
It was a’ for our rightfu’ kingWe left fair Scotland’s strand;It was a’ for our rightfu’ king,We e’er saw Irish land,My dear—We e’er saw Irish land.Now a’ is done that men can do,And a’ is done in vain,My Love and Native Land fareweel,For I maun cross the main,My dear—For I maun cross the main.He turn’d him right and round aboutUpon the Irish shore,And gae his bridle reins a shake,With adieu for evermore,My dear—And adieu for evermore!The soger frae the wars returns,The sailor frae the main,But I hae parted frae my loveNever to meet again,My dear—Never to meet again.When day is gane, and night is come,And a’ folk bound to sleep,I think on him that’s far awaThe lee-lang night, and weep,My dear—The lee-lang night and weep.Robert Burns.
It was a’ for our rightfu’ kingWe left fair Scotland’s strand;It was a’ for our rightfu’ king,We e’er saw Irish land,My dear—We e’er saw Irish land.
Now a’ is done that men can do,And a’ is done in vain,My Love and Native Land fareweel,For I maun cross the main,My dear—For I maun cross the main.
He turn’d him right and round aboutUpon the Irish shore,And gae his bridle reins a shake,With adieu for evermore,My dear—And adieu for evermore!
The soger frae the wars returns,The sailor frae the main,But I hae parted frae my loveNever to meet again,My dear—Never to meet again.
When day is gane, and night is come,And a’ folk bound to sleep,I think on him that’s far awaThe lee-lang night, and weep,My dear—The lee-lang night and weep.
Robert Burns.