The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition; Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author, and a Complete Glossary ...W. Borradaile, 1826 |
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... meet , As market - days are wearing late , An ' folk begin to tak the gate ; While we sit bousing at the nappy , An ' getting fou and unco happy , We think na on the lang Scots miles , The mosses , waters , slaps , and styles , That lie ...
... meet , As market - days are wearing late , An ' folk begin to tak the gate ; While we sit bousing at the nappy , An ' getting fou and unco happy , We think na on the lang Scots miles , The mosses , waters , slaps , and styles , That lie ...
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... , with eyes shut , and pull the first they meet with . Its being big or little , straight or crooked , is prophetic of the size and shape of the grand object of all their Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift , An ' CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 21.
... , with eyes shut , and pull the first they meet with . Its being big or little , straight or crooked , is prophetic of the size and shape of the grand object of all their Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift , An ' CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 21.
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... meet the Deil her lane , She pat but little faith in : She gies the herd a pickle nits , An ' twa red cheekit apples , To watch , while for the barn she sets , In hopes to see Tam Kipples That vera night . * This charm must likewise be ...
... meet the Deil her lane , She pat but little faith in : She gies the herd a pickle nits , An ' twa red cheekit apples , To watch , while for the barn she sets , In hopes to see Tam Kipples That vera night . * This charm must likewise be ...
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... meet , " and dip your left shirt sleeve . Go to bed in sight of a fire , and hang your wet sleeve before it to dry . Lie awake : and some time near midnight , an apparition , having the exact figure of the grand ob- ject in question ...
... meet , " and dip your left shirt sleeve . Go to bed in sight of a fire , and hang your wet sleeve before it to dry . Lie awake : and some time near midnight , an apparition , having the exact figure of the grand ob- ject in question ...
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... meet a troop of hell at the sound of the drum , Lal de daudle , & c . RECITATIVO . He ended ; and the kebars sheuk , Aboon the chorus roar ; While frighted rattons backward leuk , And seek the benmost bore ; A fairy fiddler frae the ...
... meet a troop of hell at the sound of the drum , Lal de daudle , & c . RECITATIVO . He ended ; and the kebars sheuk , Aboon the chorus roar ; While frighted rattons backward leuk , And seek the benmost bore ; A fairy fiddler frae the ...
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alang Amang ance anither auld auld lang syne baith birks of Aberfeldy blaw blithe bluid bonie lass bosom braes braw John Highlandman brunstane burn canna cauld charms CHORUS claut Cutty-sark dago dear dearie Deil dinna drink e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair faith frae gien gies glen guid hame haud heart Heav'n Highland honest Hornbook ilka Iram ither John Barleycorn kenn'd Kilmarnock kirk lairds Lal de lal lassie lave o't mang maun monie muckle mutchkin nae mair ne'er night o'er the lave onie out-owre owre poison'd poor pow'r roar round Samson's dead sang Scotland Sing skelpin sodger laddie sweet Syne taen tell thee thegither There's thine thou thro unco weary weel Whare Whyles Willie winna ye wha ye'll ye're
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