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Album: Miscellaneous (2003)
Artists: Burns Robert

  1. A Mans A Man For A That
  2. A Mans A Man For All That
  3. A Pint O Wine
  4. A Waukrife Minnie
  5. Ae Fond Kiss
  6. Amang The Trees
  7. Auld Lang Syne
  8. Awa Whigs Awa
  9. Beware O Bonie Ann
  10. Blythe Was She
  11. Bonie Lesley
  12. Carl An The King Come
  13. Cauld Frosty Morning
  14. Comin Thro The Rye
  15. Craigieburn Wood
  16. Dainty Davie
  17. Duncan Davison
  18. Duncan Gray
  19. Eppie Adair
  20. Fete Champetre
  21. Five Carlins
  22. Flow Gently Sweet Afton
  23. Frae The Friends And Land I Love
  24. Green Sleeves
  25. Hey Tuti Tatey
  26. Highland Mary
  27. I Love My Love In Secret
  28. I Maun Hae A Wife
  29. I Sing Of A Whistle
  30. Ill Mak You Be Fain To Follow Me
  31. Jamie Come Try Me
  32. John Anderson My Jo
  33. John Barleycorn A Ballad
  34. John Come Kiss Me Now
  35. Johnny Cope
  36. Jumpin John
  37. Pit Viper *


Burns Robert
Miscellaneous
Fete Champetre
FETE CHAMPETRE
(Robert Burns)

O, wha will to Saint Stephen's House,
To do our errands there, man?
O, wha will to Saint Stephen's House
O, th' merry lads of Ayr, man?
Or will ye send a man-o-law?
Or will ye send a sodger?
Or him wha led o'er Scotland a'
The meikle Ursa-Major?

Come, will ye court a noble lord,
Or buy a score o' lairds, man?
For Worth and Honour pawn their word.
Their vote shall be Glencaird's, man.
Ane gies them coin, ane gies them wine,
Anither gies them clatter;
Anbank, wha guess'd the ladies' taste,
He gies a Fete Champetre.

When Love and Beauty heard the news
The gay green-woods amang, man,
Where, gathering flowers, and busking bowers,
They heard the blackbird's sang, man:
A vow, they seal'd it with a kiss,
Sir Polities to fetter:
As their alone, the patent bliss,
To hold a Fete Champetre.

Then mounted Mirth on gleesome wing,
O'er hill and dale she flew, man;
Ilk wimpling burn, ilk crystal spring,
Ilk glen and shaw she knew, man
She summon'd every social sprite,
That sports by wood or water,
On th' bonie banks of Ayr to meet,
And keep this Fete Champetre.

Cauld Boreas, wi his boisterous crew
Were bound to stakes like kye, man;
And Cynthia's ear, o silver fu,
Clamb up the starry sky, man:
Reflected beams dwell in the streams,
Or down the current shatter;
The western breeze steals through the trees
To view this Fete Champetre.

How many a robe sae gaily floats,
What sparkling jewels glance, man,
To harmony's enchanting notes,
As moves the mazy dance, man!
The echoing wood, the winding flood,
Like Paradise did glitter,
When angels met at Adam's yett
To hold their Fete Champetre.

When Politics came there, to mix
And make his ether-stane, man,
He circled round the magic ground,
But entrance found he nane, man:
He blush'd for shame, he quat his name,
Forswore it, every letter,
Wi humble prayer to join and share
This festive Fete Champetre.

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