Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 2W. Creech, 1798 |
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... ' pownies reek in pleugh or braik , This hour on e'enin's edge I take , To own I'm debtor , To honeft - hearted , auld L ***** k , For his kind letter . Forjesket Forjesket fair , with weary legs , Rattlin the corn ( 92 ) TO THE SAME, ...
... ' pownies reek in pleugh or braik , This hour on e'enin's edge I take , To own I'm debtor , To honeft - hearted , auld L ***** k , For his kind letter . Forjesket Forjesket fair , with weary legs , Rattlin the corn ( 92 ) TO THE SAME, ...
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Robert Burns. Forjesket fair , with weary legs , Rattlin the corn out - owre the rigs , Or dealing thro ' amang the naigs Their ten hours bite , My awkart Mufe fair pleads and begs , I wou'd na write . The tapetlefs ramfeezl'd hizzie ...
Robert Burns. Forjesket fair , with weary legs , Rattlin the corn out - owre the rigs , Or dealing thro ' amang the naigs Their ten hours bite , My awkart Mufe fair pleads and begs , I wou'd na write . The tapetlefs ramfeezl'd hizzie ...
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... Behind him in a raw , man : An ' Caledon threw by the drone , An ' did her whittle draw , man : An ' fwoor fu ' rude , thro ' dirt an ' blood To mak it guid in law , man . HT SONG S S N G. Tune , Corn rigs are bonnie ( 128 ) SONG ...
... Behind him in a raw , man : An ' Caledon threw by the drone , An ' did her whittle draw , man : An ' fwoor fu ' rude , thro ' dirt an ' blood To mak it guid in law , man . HT SONG S S N G. Tune , Corn rigs are bonnie ( 128 ) SONG ...
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Robert Burns. S S N G. Tune , Corn rigs are bonnie . IT I. T was upon a Lammas night , When corn rigs are bonnie , Beneath the moon's unclouded light , I held awa to Annie : The time flew by , wi ' tentless heed , Till ' tween the late ...
Robert Burns. S S N G. Tune , Corn rigs are bonnie . IT I. T was upon a Lammas night , When corn rigs are bonnie , Beneath the moon's unclouded light , I held awa to Annie : The time flew by , wi ' tentless heed , Till ' tween the late ...
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... Corn rigs , an ' barley rigs , An ' corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night , Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . I 2 SONG , SON N G , COMPOSED IN AUGUST . Tune , ( 131 )
... Corn rigs , an ' barley rigs , An ' corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night , Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . I 2 SONG , SON N G , COMPOSED IN AUGUST . Tune , ( 131 )
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