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December 1
We'll big a house - a wee, wee house,
And we will live like a king and queen;
Sae blythe and merry we will be
When ye set by the wheel at e'en.
- There was a Lass.
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December 2
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll talk a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
- Auld Lang Syne
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December 3
I saw thee seek the sounding shore,
Delighted with the dashing roar;
Or when the North his fleecy store
Drove through the sky,
I saw grim Nature's visage hoar
Struck thy young eye.
- The Vision.
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December 4
Though women's minds, like winter winds,
May shift and turn, and a' that,
The noblest breast adores them maist,
A consequence I draw that.
- Women's Minds.
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December 5
The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;
And lang's the night frae e'en to morn -
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
- Up in the Morning early.
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December 6
The dearest comfort o' their lives,
Their gushie weans and faithfu' wives;
The prattling things are just their pride,
That sweetens a' the fireside
- The Twa Dogs.
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December 7
Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw,
Plashy sleets and beating rain!
Spare my luve, thou feathery snaw,
Drifting o'er the frozen plain!
- Jockey's ta'en the Parting Kiss
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December 8
Up in the morning's no good for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
- Up in the Morning early.
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December 9
But hawks will rob the tender joys
That bless the little lintwhite's nest;
And frost will blight the fairest flowers,
And love will break the soundest rest.
- Bonnie Jean.
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December 10
How long I have lived - but how much lived in vain!
How little of life's scanty span may remain!
This life's not worth having, with all it can give:
For something beyone it poor man sure must live.
- The Lazy Mist.
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December 11
The charms o' the min', the langer they shine,
The mair admiration they draw, man;
While peaches and cherries, and roses and lilies,
They fade and they wither awa', man.
- The Ronalds.
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December 12
E'en winter bleak has charms to me,
When winds rave through the naked tree;
Or frosts on hills of Ochiltree
Are Hoary grey
Or blinding drifts wild-furious flee,
Darkening the day!
- To William Simpson.
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December 13
Gi'e me a spark o' Nature's fire,
That's a the learning I desire;
Then though I drudge through dub and mire
At pleugh or cart,
My Muse, though hamely in attire,
May touch the heart.
- To Lapraik.
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December 14
That wee bit heap o' leaves and stibble
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out for for a' thy trouble,
But house or hauld,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
And cranreuch cuald!
- To a Mouse.
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December 15
And man, whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
- Man was made to Mourn.
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December 16
The tide-swoln Firth, with sullen sounding roar,
Through the still night dashed hoarse along the shore:
All else was hushed as Nature's closed e'd;
The silent moon shone high o'er tower and tree;
The chilly frost, beneath the silver beam,
Crept, gently crusting o'er the glittering stream.
- The Brigs of Ayr.
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December 17
Oh, wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursel's as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
And foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us
And e'en Devotion!
- To a Louse.
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December 18
Laugh in Misfortune's face - the beldam witch!
Say you'll be merry, though you can't be rich.
- Miss Fontenelle's Address.
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December 19
When Winter muffles up his cloak,
And binds the mire up like a rock;
When to the lochs the curlers flock
Wi' gleesome speed.
- Lines.
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December 20
When thowes dissolve the the snawy hoord,
An' float the jingling icy-boord,
Then water-kelpies haunt the foord
By your direction,
An' 'nighted trav'llers are alured
To their destruction.
- To the Deil.
December 21
Cauld blew the bitter biting north
Upon thy early, humble birth,
Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth
Amid the storm,
Scarce reared above the parent earth
Thy tender form.
- To a Daisy.
December 22
'Twas when the stacks get on their winter hap,
And thack and reape secure the toil-won crap.
- Winter - A Dirge.
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December 23
That he;s the poor man's friend in need,
The gentleman in word and deed.
- To Gavin Hamilton.
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December 24
I've often wondered, honest Luath,
What sort o' life poor dogs like you have;
An' when the gentry's life I saw,
What way poor bodies lived ava.
- The Twa Dogs.
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December 25
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquantance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?
- Auld Lang Syne.
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December 26
He ne'er was gi'en to great misguiding,
Yet coin his pouches wadna bide in;
Wi' him it ne'er was under hiding;
He dealt it free:
The Muse was a' that he took pride in,
That's owre the sea.
- To a Scotch Bard.
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December 27
May He who gives the rain to pour,
And wings to blast the blaw,
Protect thee frae the driving shower,
The bitter frost and snaw!
- On the birth of a Posthumous Child.
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December 28
The cauld blue north was steaming forth
Her lights, wi' hissing eerie din,
Athort the lift they start and shift,
Like fortune's favours, tint as win.
- A Vision.
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December 29
For though I be poor, unnoticed, obscure,
My stomach;s as proud as them a', man.
- The Ronalds.
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December 30
But why o' death begin a tale?
Just now we're living, sound and hale,
Then top and maintop crowd the sail,
Heave care owre side!
And large, before enjoyment's gale,
Let's tak' the tide.
- To James Smith.
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December 31
So may the auld year gang out moaning,
To see the new come laden, groaning,
Wi' double plenty o'er the loanin',
To thee and thine;
Domestic peace and comforts crowning<