John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Burns. (1759–1796) (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 pu’d 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 Grose’s 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. |
| Note 1. See Beaumont and Fletcher, Quotation 19. [back] |
| Note 2. See Bickerstaff, Quotation 3. [back] |