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n I sleep I dream, Whan I wauk I'm eerie, Sleep I canna get, For thinkin' o' my dearie. II. Lanely night comes on, A' the house are sleeping, I think on the bonnie lad That has my heart a keeping. Ay waukin O, waukin ay and wearie, Sleep I canna get, for thinkin' o' my dearie. III. Lanely nights come on, A' the house are sleeping, I think on my bonnie lad, An' I blear my een wi' greetin'! Ay waukin, &c. * * * * * CVI. I MURDER HATE. [These verses are to be found in a volume which may be alluded to without being named, in which many of Burns's strains, some looser than these, are to be found.] I. I murder hate by field or flood, Tho' glory's name may screen us: In wars at hame I'll spend my blood, Life-giving wars of Venus. II. The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty, I'm better pleas'd to make one more, Than be the death of twenty. * * * * * CVII. O GUDE ALE COMES. [These verses are in the museum; the first two are old, the concluding one is by Burns.] I. O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes, Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon, Gude ale keeps my heart aboon. II. I had sax owsen in a pleugh, They drew a' weel eneugh, I sell'd them a' just ane by ane; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon. III. Gude ale hands me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi' the servant hizzie, Stand i' the stool when I hae done, Gude ale keeps my heart aboon. O gude ale comes, &c. * * * * * CVIII. ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST. [This is an old chaunt, out of which Burns brushed some loose expressions, added the third and fourth verses, and sent it to the Museum.] I. Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him, Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. II. I gaed up to Dunse, To warp a wab o' plaiden, At his daddie's yett, Wha met me but Robin. III. Was na Robin bauld, Tho' I was a cotter, Play'd me sic a trick, And me the eller's dochter? Robin share in hairst, &c. IV. Robin promis'd me A' my winter vittle; Fient haet he had but three Goose feathers
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