The Scottish Minstrel: Being a Complete Collection of Burns' Songs ; Together with His Correspondence with Mr. Thomson ; to which is Added and New and Complete GlossaryBenjamin Warner, 1818 - 312 էջ |
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... sweet Afton , among thy green braes 202 Forlorn my love , no comfort near 159 From thee , Eliza , I must go 226 Gane is the day and mirk's the night 193 Green grow the rashes , O 221 Had I a cave on some wild distant shore Hark the ...
... sweet Afton , among thy green braes 202 Forlorn my love , no comfort near 159 From thee , Eliza , I must go 226 Gane is the day and mirk's the night 193 Green grow the rashes , O 221 Had I a cave on some wild distant shore Hark the ...
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... O luve will venture in , where it daur na weel be seen O Mary , at the window be O May , thy morn was ne'er sae sweet O meikle thinks my luve o ' my beauty 198 31 205 192 Page . O mirk , mirk is the midnight hour INDEX . xxi.
... O luve will venture in , where it daur na weel be seen O Mary , at the window be O May , thy morn was ne'er sae sweet O meikle thinks my luve o ' my beauty 198 31 205 192 Page . O mirk , mirk is the midnight hour INDEX . xxi.
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... sweet warbling woodlark , stay 146 O tell na me o ' wind and rain 143 O this is no my ain lassie 153 O Tibbie I hae seen the day 181 Out over the Forth I look to the north 256 O wat ye wha's in yon town 207 O were I on Parnassus hill ...
... sweet warbling woodlark , stay 146 O tell na me o ' wind and rain 143 O this is no my ain lassie 153 O Tibbie I hae seen the day 181 Out over the Forth I look to the north 256 O wat ye wha's in yon town 207 O were I on Parnassus hill ...
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... sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon Page . 148 The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill 183 The lovely lass o ' Inverness There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen There's a youth in this city , it were a great pity There's ...
... sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon Page . 148 The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill 183 The lovely lass o ' Inverness There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen There's a youth in this city , it were a great pity There's ...
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... sweet air My Nanie 0 . which in the collections is joined to the poorest stuff that Allan Ramsay ever wrote , beginning , While some for pleasure pawn their health , an- swers so finely to Dr Percy's beautiful song , 0 Nancy , wilt thou ...
... sweet air My Nanie 0 . which in the collections is joined to the poorest stuff that Allan Ramsay ever wrote , beginning , While some for pleasure pawn their health , an- swers so finely to Dr Percy's beautiful song , 0 Nancy , wilt thou ...
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter amang auld auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blythe bonie bonnie bosom braes breast BURNS Caledonia Cauld charming Chloris CHORUS claute Coila dainty Davie dear sir dearest dearie Deil delight e'en Edinburgh English song fair fancy favourite flowers frae give glen hame happy heart heaven Highland ilka John Anderson lass lassie Lassie wi Leiger lo'es Lord Gregory lover mair Mary maun merit mony morning muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure poet poetry Rob Morris Robin Adair Saw ye Scotland Scots Scottish sing sparklin stanza suit sung sweet syne taste thee There's thine THOMSON thro tune verses wander weary wee thing whistle wild Willie Wilt thou winding young Jessie
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Էջ 207 - And they hae taen his very heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise ; For if you do but taste his blood, Twill make your courage rise. 'Twill make a man forget his woe; 'Twill heighten all his joy : 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, Tho
Էջ 200 - MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Էջ 18 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! 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' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Էջ 137 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Էջ 136 - Man for a That IS there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that. For a
Էջ 137 - 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 230 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Էջ 136 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. " What though 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 16 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Էջ 201 - As 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" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o