The Traveller's Return (1)/Farfam'd Rab Burns
A NEW SONG
IN PRAISE OF BURNS.
Lang fam’d Rab Burns ilk lassie mourns,
Aye since he’s gane awa’,
His presence did a’ grief forbid,
He cheer’d the lasses a-.
Nae mair he’ll chant—wi’ neighbours rant,
O’er flowing bowls at e’en,
Awa’ he’s gane to his lang hame.
And left his Bonny'Jean.
His memory dear will still its cheer,
I’ll sing the praise of Burns,
Ilk laddie here and lassie dear,
Must mingle with the worms.
Uncertain man’s life’s but a span,
How oftimes we’ve seen
The fairest flower in Nature’s bower
Kill’d in the bud when green.
You nymphs and swains amang the plains.
And birds in ilka tree.
Ye meadows green and fairy queen,
And sailors on the sea,
Loud blaw the fame o’ him that’s gane,
Reside the lads in urns,
Brave Scotia’s boys will still rejoice
To hear the name o’ Burns.
Frae morn till night my head grows light
To hear the lasses sing,
His bonnie sang that nane can bang.
It gars my lugs a’ ring;
Its bonnie air can banish care
By ingle side at e’en;
Now cauld’s the heart that ance did smart
Frae twa bewitching een.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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