The Ballads and Songs of Robert Burns. With a Lecture on His Character and Genius by Thomas Carlyle. [With Illustrations.]C. Griffin, 1864 - 224 էջ |
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... yon town , 156 20 44 48 73 It is na , Jean , thy bonnie face , It was the charming month of May , Jessy , Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss , John Anderson , John Barleycorn , Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks , Last May a braw wooer ...
... yon town , 156 20 44 48 73 It is na , Jean , thy bonnie face , It was the charming month of May , Jessy , Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss , John Anderson , John Barleycorn , Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks , Last May a braw wooer ...
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... yon rosy brier , Oh , for ane - and - twenty , Tam , Oh , lay thy loof in mine , lass , Oh , luve will venture in , Oh , saw ye my dearie ? Oh , this is no my ain lassie ! Oh , wat ye wha's in yon town , Oh , were I on Parnassus ' hill ...
... yon rosy brier , Oh , for ane - and - twenty , Tam , Oh , lay thy loof in mine , lass , Oh , luve will venture in , Oh , saw ye my dearie ? Oh , this is no my ain lassie ! Oh , wat ye wha's in yon town , Oh , were I on Parnassus ' hill ...
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... yon town , In simmer , when the hay was mawn , I see a form , I see a face , Is there , for honest poverty , · Is this thy plighted , fond regard , It is na , Jean , thy bonnie face , It was the charming month of May , It was upon a ...
... yon town , In simmer , when the hay was mawn , I see a form , I see a face , Is there , for honest poverty , · Is this thy plighted , fond regard , It is na , Jean , thy bonnie face , It was the charming month of May , It was upon a ...
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... yon town , 21 215 19 216 • 189 • 118 100 Oh , were I on Parnassus ' hill , 75 104 Oh , Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut , Oh , wha is she that lo'es me , Oh , wilt thou go wi ' me , sweet Tibbie Dunbar ? O lassie , art thou sleeping yet ...
... yon town , 21 215 19 216 • 189 • 118 100 Oh , were I on Parnassus ' hill , 75 104 Oh , Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut , Oh , wha is she that lo'es me , Oh , wilt thou go wi ' me , sweet Tibbie Dunbar ? O lassie , art thou sleeping yet ...
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... town , The gloomy night is gathering fast , The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill , 74 115 137 The lovely ... yon glen , . • There's a youth in this city , it were a great pity , There's braw , braw lads on Yarrow braes , There's ...
... town , The gloomy night is gathering fast , The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill , 74 115 137 The lovely ... yon glen , . • There's a youth in this city , it were a great pity , There's braw , braw lads on Yarrow braes , There's ...
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AE FOND KISS ain dear ane-and-twenty auld Ballochmyle banks birds birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blink blithe bloom body kiss bonnie blue bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast cauld charms Chloris CHORUS danc'd awa de'il de'il's awa dearest dearie dewy e'en Exciseman fair Farewell flowers fortune's frae Gala Water gi'e glen green gude ha'e hame heart heaven Here's a health Highland lassie ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee lover luve Mary maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy Nannie ne'er never night Nith o'er owre Peggy Peggy's pleasure poor Rob Morris Robert Burns simmer sing song sparklin sweet sweetly tears There's thine thou hast thro TUNE TUNE-"The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel wild Willie wind wooing o't yon town young Jessie
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Էջ 36 - 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 strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Էջ 15 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! " Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Էջ 70 - Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho* this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Էջ 220 - 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 37 - THAT AND 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
Էջ 57 - CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Էջ 38 - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. 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 14 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Էջ 155 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie...
Էջ 20 - The Powers aboon will tent thee Misfortune sha' na steer thee; Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass There's nane again sae bonnie.