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Halloween Robert Burns – 1759-1796 Upon that night, when fairies lightOn Cassilis Downans dance,Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,On sprightly coursers prance;Or for Colean the route is ta’en,Beneath the moon’s pale beams;There, up the cove, to stray and rove,Among the rocks and streamsTo sport that night. Among the bonny winding banks,Where Doon rins, wimplin’ clear,Where … Read more

A Red, Red Rose BY ROBERT BURNS O my Luve is like a red, red rose   That’s newly sprung in June;O my Luve is like the melody   That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,   So deep in luve am I;And I will luve thee still, my dear,   Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ … Read more