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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Robert Burns. (1759–1796) (continued)
 
4756
    Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently, I ’ll sing thee a song in thy praise.
          Flow gently, sweet Afton.
4757
    Oh whistle, and I ’ll come to ye, my lad. 1
          Whistle, and I ’ll come to ye.
4758
    If naebody care for me,
I ’ll care for naebody. 2
          I hae a Wife o’ my Ain.
4759
    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And days o’ lang syne?
          Auld Lang Syne.
4760
    We twa hae run about the braes,
  And pu’d the gowans fine.
          Auld Lang Syne.
4761
    Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
Hangman of creation, mark!
Who in widow weeds appears,
Laden with unhonoured years,
Noosing with care a bursting purse,
Baited with many a deadly curse?
          Ode on Mrs. Oswald.
4762
    To make a happy fireside clime
        To weans and wife,—
That is the true pathos and sublime
        Of human life.
          Epistle to Dr. Blacklock.
4763
    If there ’s a hole in a’ your coats,
        I rede ye tent it;
A chiel ’s amang ye takin’ notes,
        And, faith, he ’ll prent it.
          On Captain Grose’s Peregrinations through Scotland.
4764
    John Anderson my jo, John,
  When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
  Your bonny brow was brent.
          John Anderson.
 
Note 1.
See Beaumont and Fletcher, Quotation 19. [back]
Note 2.
See Bickerstaff, Quotation 3. [back]