Robert Burns: The Poems, Epistles, Songs, Epigrams & Epitaphs, Հատոր 2C. Wilson, 1896 |
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Common terms and phrases
ae night Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes Burns Burns's Buy braw troggin cauld charms Chloris CHORUS Craigieburn dear dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ecclefechan Eppie fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water Galloway glen Glossary of Scots grace green hame heart Here's a health Highland ilka Jamie Jean Jeanie John John Barleycorn Johnny Kilmarnock Laird lassie lo'e Lon'on Lord luve maid mair Mally's Mary Mauchline maun Miller Miss monie morning nane ne'er Netherplace never Notes to Vol o'er owre Poet Scots Words sing sodger song sweet Tarbolton thee thou hast thro thyme TUNE TUNE-"The wander wat ye waur weary weel Whigs wife wild Willie wind winna Woodley Park yon toun
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Էջ 154 - 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
Էջ 176 - Wear hodden-gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
Էջ 82 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Էջ 254 - EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool ? Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, . That weekly this area throng?
Էջ 104 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu" twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me.
Էջ 74 - 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 145 - 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...
Էջ 177 - 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 rank 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 176 - FOR A' 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 67 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.