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Quotes from Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum — Robert Burns

1759–1796 Scotland

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Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

Contented wi' little and cantie wi' mair.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

A gaudy dress and gentle air
May slightly touch the heart;
But it's innocence and modesty
that polished the dart.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

Now a' is done that men can do,
And a' is done in vain.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

But my fause luver staw my rose,
And left the thorn wi' me.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae farewell, alas, forever!

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North;
The birth-place of valour, the country of worth.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

He turn'd him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore;
And gae his bridle reins a shake,
With adieu forevermore,
My dear—
And adieu forevermore!

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly played in tune.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met—or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

It was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo!

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Robert Burns (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.