THE BALLAD OF RABBIE BURNS - damowords

But as for Greenock he did ride
A message broke his manly pride
“Young Mary has from fever died”
Cried woes swift flow
But said, When dewy tear ducts dried,
“Still I shall go”
As on the road fear fill’d his heid
For his fair Mary was now deid
Pa Armour barring calm & plead
There came a letter
“The Embro gentry’s all agreed
Nae Bardie’s better” **
As high classes & low masses
Revel’d in Rab’s geniuses
Vernal ploughman from Parnassus
Turn’d around his mare
For the land’s loveliest lasses
In their lion’s lair
Rab Burst out from the Pentland Hills
To feel a thousand rousing thrills
As clouds high Heavenʹs light distills
On Scotiaʹs seats
Where Canonsgate to Canonmills
Rise handsome streets *
DUAN 7
EDINBURGH
Know thine own worth, and reverence the lyre
Robert Burns