The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Հատոր 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... monie a merry story , Monie a laugh , and monie a drink , An ' aye enough o ' neefu ' clink . Now fare ye weel , an ' joy be wi ' you , For my sake this I beg it o ' you , Assist poor Simson a ' ye can , Ye'll fin ' him just an honest ...
... monie a merry story , Monie a laugh , and monie a drink , An ' aye enough o ' neefu ' clink . Now fare ye weel , an ' joy be wi ' you , For my sake this I beg it o ' you , Assist poor Simson a ' ye can , Ye'll fin ' him just an honest ...
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... monie a guilt - bespotted lad ; Black gowns of each denomination , And thieves of every rank and station , From him that wears the star and garter , To him that wintles in a halter ; Asham'd himsel to see the wretches , He mutters ...
... monie a guilt - bespotted lad ; Black gowns of each denomination , And thieves of every rank and station , From him that wears the star and garter , To him that wintles in a halter ; Asham'd himsel to see the wretches , He mutters ...
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... far frae Logan Braes . O wae upon you , men o ' state , That brethren rouse to deadly hate ! As ye mak monie a fond heart mourn , Sae may it on your heads return ! How can your flinty hearts enjoy The widow's tears , of Burns . 89.
... far frae Logan Braes . O wae upon you , men o ' state , That brethren rouse to deadly hate ! As ye mak monie a fond heart mourn , Sae may it on your heads return ! How can your flinty hearts enjoy The widow's tears , of Burns . 89.
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... monie ; And aye the wild - wood echoes rang- O , dearly do I love thee , Annie ! O , happy be the woodbine bower , Nae nightly bogle mak it eerie ; Nor ever sorrow stain the hour , The place and time I met my dearie ! Her head upon my ...
... monie ; And aye the wild - wood echoes rang- O , dearly do I love thee , Annie ! O , happy be the woodbine bower , Nae nightly bogle mak it eerie ; Nor ever sorrow stain the hour , The place and time I met my dearie ! Her head upon my ...
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... For there the bonie lassie lives , The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow , and rivers row , And monie a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see 130 The Songs.
... For there the bonie lassie lives , The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow , and rivers row , And monie a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see 130 The Songs.
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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Էջ 206 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Էջ 207 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a
Էջ 135 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Էջ 202 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Էջ 135 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Էջ 130 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Էջ 204 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...