Тексты песен «Robert Burns»

A Man's A Man For A' That by Robert Burns Is there for honesty poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave--we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Our toils obscure an' a'...

A MAN'S A MAN FOR ALL THAT or IS THERE FOR HONEST POVERTY by Robert Burns Is there for honest poverty That hangs his head, an' a' that The coward slave, we pass him by We dare be poor for a' that For a' that, an' a'...

A Pint o Wine (Robert Burns) Yestreen I had a pint o wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine The gowden locks of Anna. The hungry Jew in wilderness Rejoicing o'er his manna Was naething to...

A Waukrife Minnie (Robert Burns) 'Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass ? Whare are you gaun, my hinnie?' She answer'd me right saucilie- 'An errand for my minnie!' 'O whare live ye, my bonie lass? O, whare live ye, my...

AULD LANG SYNE (Robert Burns) Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne? ch. And for auld lang syne, my jo, for auld lang syne, We'll tak a...

AWA' WHIGS AWA' (Robert Burns) Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, And bonie bloom'd our roses; But Whigs cam like a frost in June, An wither'd a our posies. CHORUS Awa, Whigs, awa! Awa, Whigs, awa! Ye're but a...

Blythe Was She (Robert Burns) By Oughtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shaw; But Phemie was a bonier lass Than braes o Yarrow ever saw. ch. Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she butt and ben,...

BONIE LESLEY (Robert Burns) O, Saw ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther! To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her...

Carl, an the King Come (Robert Burns) chorus: Carl, an the King come, Carl, an the King come; Thou shalt dance and I wilt sing, Carl, an the King come! An somebodie were come again, Then somebodie maun cross the main,...

CAULD FROSTY MORNING (Robert Burns) 'Twas past ane o'clock in a cauld frosty morning, When cankert November blaws over the plain, I heard the kirk-bell repeat the loud warning, As, restless, I sought for sweet slumber...

Comin' Thro the Rye (Robert Burns) O, Jenney's a'weet poor body, Jenny's seldom dry; She draigl't a' her petticoattie Comin thro' the rye. chorus: Comin thro the rye, poor body, Comin thro the rye, She draigl't a'her...

CRAIGIEBURN WOOD (Robert Burns) Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring on the Craigieburn Wood Can yield me naught but sorrow. cho: Beyond thee,...

Dainty Davie (Robert Burns) Meet me on the Warlock Knowe, Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie! There I'll spend the day wi' you, My ain dear Dainty Davie. Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers To deck her gay, green-spreading...

DUNCAN GRAY (Robert Burns) Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray! (Ha, ha, the girdin o't!) Wae gae by you, Duncan Gray! (Ha, ha, the girdin o't!) When a' the lave gae to their play, Then I maun sit the lee-lang day, And jeeg the...

Eppie Adair (Robert Burns) By love and by beauty, By law and by duty, I swear to be true to My Eppie Adair! CHORUS An O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie! Wha wadna be happy wi Eppie Adair? A' pleasure exile me, Dishonor...

FETE CHAMPETRE (Robert Burns) O, wha will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O, wha will to Saint Stephen's House O, th' merry lads of Ayr, man? Or will ye send a man-o-law? Or will ye send a...

Five Carlins (Robert Burns) There was five carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To bring them tidings hame. Not only bring them tidings hame, But do their errands there; And...

FRAE THE FRIENDS AND LAND I LOVE (Robert Burns) Frae the friends and land I love Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite, Frae my best belov'd I rove, Never mair to taste delight Never mair maun hope to find Ease frae toil,...

Green Sleeves (Robert Burns) Green sleeves and tartan ties Mark my true love where she lies; I'll be at her or she rise, My fiddle and I thegither,- Be it by the chrystal burn, Be it by the mill-white thorn, I shall...

Hey Tuti Tatey (Robert Burns) Landlady count the lawin, The day is near the dawin, Ye're a'blind drunk, boys, And I'm jolly fou. ch. Hey tuti tatey, How tuti taiti, Hey tuti taiti, wha's fou now. Cog an ye were ay fou,...