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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... young Lassie do wi ' an auld man ? My Tocher's the Jewel Page . 232 233 234 236 237 • 338 240 · The Mercenary Lover- . " Hey for a Lass wi ' a tocher " Meg o ' the Mill Auld Rob Morris 241 242 243 244 244 245 · • 246 • 247 To Tibbie ...
... young Lassie do wi ' an auld man ? My Tocher's the Jewel Page . 232 233 234 236 237 • 338 240 · The Mercenary Lover- . " Hey for a Lass wi ' a tocher " Meg o ' the Mill Auld Rob Morris 241 242 243 244 244 245 · • 246 • 247 To Tibbie ...
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... young an ' auld cam rinnin out , An ' hear the sad narration : He swoor'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw , Or crouchie Merran Humphie , ' Till stop ! she trotted thro ' them a ' ; An ' wha was it but grumphie Asteer that night ! XXI . Meg fain ...
... young an ' auld cam rinnin out , An ' hear the sad narration : He swoor'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw , Or crouchie Merran Humphie , ' Till stop ! she trotted thro ' them a ' ; An ' wha was it but grumphie Asteer that night ! XXI . Meg fain ...
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... young men Some one of a troop of dragoons was my daddie , No wonder I'm fond of a sodger laddie . Sing , Lal de lal , & c . II . The first of my loves was a swaggering blade , To rattle the thundering drum was his trade ; His leg was so ...
... young men Some one of a troop of dragoons was my daddie , No wonder I'm fond of a sodger laddie . Sing , Lal de lal , & c . II . The first of my loves was a swaggering blade , To rattle the thundering drum was his trade ; His leg was so ...
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... gies ye ? Thae bonie bairn - time , Heav'n has lent , Still higher may they heeze ye In bliss , till fate some day is sent , For ever to release ye Frae care that day X. For you young potentate o ' W- I tell CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 53.
... gies ye ? Thae bonie bairn - time , Heav'n has lent , Still higher may they heeze ye In bliss , till fate some day is sent , For ever to release ye Frae care that day X. For you young potentate o ' W- I tell CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 53.
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... young potentate o ' W- I tell your Highness fairly , Down pleasure's stream , wi ' swelling sails , I'm tauld ye're driving rarely ; But some day ye may gnaw your nails , An ' curse your folly sairly , That e'er ye brak Diana's pales ...
... young potentate o ' W- I tell your Highness fairly , Down pleasure's stream , wi ' swelling sails , I'm tauld ye're driving rarely ; But some day ye may gnaw your nails , An ' curse your folly sairly , That e'er ye brak Diana's pales ...
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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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