O! how Peggy charms me:
Every look still warms me;
Every thought alarms me;
Lest she lo'e nae me.
Peggy doth discover
Nought but charms all over:
Nature bids me love her;
That's a law to me.
Who would leave a lover,
To become a rover?
No, I'll ne'er give over,
Till I happy be.
For since love inspires me,
As her beauty fires me,
And her absence tires me,
Nought can please but she.
When I hope to gain her,
Fate seems to detain her;
Could I but obtain her,
Happy would I be!
I'll lie down before her,
Bless, sigh, and adore her,
With faint looks implore her,
Till she pity me.
The year that's awa'.
[Written by Mr. Dunlop, late collector at the custom-house, Port-Glasgow.]
Here's to the year that's awa'!
We will drink it in strong and in sma';
And here's to ilk bonnie young lassie we lo'ed,
While swift flew the year that's awa'.
And here's to ilk, &c.
Here's to the sodger who bled,
And the sailor who bravely did fa';
Their fame is alive, though their spirits are fled
On the wings of the year that's awa'.
Their fame is alive, &c.
Here's to the friends we can trust,
When the storms of adversity blaw;
May they live in our song, and be nearest our hearts,
Nor depart like the year that's awa'.
May they live, &c.
Here's a health.
[This is an extension by Burns of a Jacobite fragment beginning, "Here's a health to ane that's awa'." It was found among the poet's papers after his death, and first published in its complete form in the Scots Magazine for January, 1818.]
Here's a health to them that's awa',
Here's a health to them that's awa';
And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause,
May never guid luck be their fa'!
It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue.[1]
Here's a health to them that's awa',
Here's a health to them that's awa';
Here's a health to Charlie,[2] the chief o' the clan,
Although that his band be but sma'.
May liberty meet with success!
May prudence protect her frae evil!
May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist,
And wander their way to the devil!
Here's a health to them that's awa',
Here's a health to them that's awa';
Here's a health to Tammie,[3] the Norland laddie,
That lives at the lug o' the law!
Here's freedom to him that wad read,
Here's freedom to him that wad write!
There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard,
But they wham the truth wad indite.
Here's a health to them that's awa',
Here's a health to them that's awa';
Here's chieftain M'Leod,[4] a chieftain worth gowd,
Though bred amang mountains o' snaw!
Here's a health to them that's awa',
Here's a health to them that's awa';
And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause,
May never guid luck be their fa'!
