Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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... She bade me fing the loves , the joys , the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my natal Soil , in my native tongue : I tuned my wild , artless notes , as fhe infpired She whispered me , to come to this ancient metropolis of Caledonia ...
... She bade me fing the loves , the joys , the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my natal Soil , in my native tongue : I tuned my wild , artless notes , as fhe infpired She whispered me , to come to this ancient metropolis of Caledonia ...
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... She may expect protection , wealth , and liber- ty . In the last place , I come to proffer my warmest wishes to the Great Fountain of Ho- nour , the Monarch of the Univerfe , for your welfare and happiness . -- When you go forth to ...
... She may expect protection , wealth , and liber- ty . In the last place , I come to proffer my warmest wishes to the Great Fountain of Ho- nour , the Monarch of the Univerfe , for your welfare and happiness . -- When you go forth to ...
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... she's unco weel : But Gentlemen , an ' Ladies warst , Wi ' ev'n down want o ' wark are curft . They loiter , lounging , lank , an ' lazy ; Tho ' deil hate ails them , yet uneafy ; am , 2 Their days infipid , dull and tastelefs , Their ...
... she's unco weel : But Gentlemen , an ' Ladies warst , Wi ' ev'n down want o ' wark are curft . They loiter , lounging , lank , an ' lazy ; Tho ' deil hate ails them , yet uneafy ; am , 2 Their days infipid , dull and tastelefs , Their ...
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... To get auld Scotland back her kettle ! Or faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll fee't or lang , She'll teach you , wi ' a reekin whittle , Anither fang . This while fhe's been in crankous mood , Her loft [ 21 ]
... To get auld Scotland back her kettle ! Or faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll fee't or lang , She'll teach you , wi ' a reekin whittle , Anither fang . This while fhe's been in crankous mood , Her loft [ 21 ]
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... she'll kilt , An ' durk an ' pistol at her belt , She'll tak the streets , And rin her whittle to the hilt , I ' th ' firit fhe meets ! For G - d fake , Sirs ! then fpeak her fair , An ' ftraik her cannie wi the hair , An ' to the ...
... she'll kilt , An ' durk an ' pistol at her belt , She'll tak the streets , And rin her whittle to the hilt , I ' th ' firit fhe meets ! For G - d fake , Sirs ! then fpeak her fair , An ' ftraik her cannie wi the hair , An ' to the ...
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aith Amang auld baith Bard blate bleft bonie braw breaft Brig Clootie corn Crunt dear Deil dimin e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry faft fair fame fark fcream fear fhall fhould fide fight filly fimple fing fmall focial fome foul fpring frae ftand ftill ftrains fure fweet fwelling grace hame heart Heaven Hellim himfel honeft horfe houſe ilka ither John Barleycorn juft laffes laft Lallan lefs leuk maun mony mourn muckle Mufe Mutchkin nae mair ne'er neebor night o'er owre pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r pride Profe reft rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round ruftic Samfon's dead Scotch Scotland ſhe tear tell thae thee thefe thegither thofe thou thro unco weary weel Weft Whare whofe Whyles WILLIAM MAGEE Ye'll ye're
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