The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Notes, Glossary, Index of First Lines, and Chronological ListH. Frowde, 1896 - 635 страница |
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... I'll aye ca ' in by yon Town I'll kiss thee yet A Bottle and a Friend Willie Brew'd a Peck o ' Maut O Guid Ale comes · No Churchman am I Count the Lawin ' Deluded Swain • 335 336 337 337 338 339 340 341 . 342 343 344 345 345 346 347 348 ...
... I'll aye ca ' in by yon Town I'll kiss thee yet A Bottle and a Friend Willie Brew'd a Peck o ' Maut O Guid Ale comes · No Churchman am I Count the Lawin ' Deluded Swain • 335 336 337 337 338 339 340 341 . 342 343 344 345 345 346 347 348 ...
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... I'll tell , For , faith ! I'm confoundedly dry ; The chiel that's a fool for himsel ' , Gude Lord ! he's far dafter than I. 100 110 Then niest outspak a raucle carlin , Wha kent fu ' weel to cleek the sterling , For mony a pursie she ...
... I'll tell , For , faith ! I'm confoundedly dry ; The chiel that's a fool for himsel ' , Gude Lord ! he's far dafter than I. 100 110 Then niest outspak a raucle carlin , Wha kent fu ' weel to cleek the sterling , For mony a pursie she ...
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... I'll do't ; I'll get my Sunday's sark on , An ' meet you on the holy spot ; Faith , we'se hae fine remarkin ' ! ' Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time , An ' soon I made me ready ; For roads were clad , frae side to side , Wi ' mony a ...
... I'll do't ; I'll get my Sunday's sark on , An ' meet you on the holy spot ; Faith , we'se hae fine remarkin ' ! ' Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time , An ' soon I made me ready ; For roads were clad , frae side to side , Wi ' mony a ...
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... I'll wad a boddle , Some fewer whigmaleeries in your noddle . NEW BRIG . Auld Vandal ! ye but show your little mense , Just much about it wi ' your scanty sense ; Will your poor narrow foot - path of a street , Where twa wheel - barrows ...
... I'll wad a boddle , Some fewer whigmaleeries in your noddle . NEW BRIG . Auld Vandal ! ye but show your little mense , Just much about it wi ' your scanty sense ; Will your poor narrow foot - path of a street , Where twa wheel - barrows ...
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... I'll tell you of a plot , Tho ' dinna ye be speaking o't ; I'll nail the self - conceited sot As dead's a herrin ' : Niest time we meet , I'll wad a groat , 170 He gets his fairin ' ! ' 180 But , just as he began to tell , The auld kirk ...
... I'll tell you of a plot , Tho ' dinna ye be speaking o't ; I'll nail the self - conceited sot As dead's a herrin ' : Niest time we meet , I'll wad a groat , 170 He gets his fairin ' ! ' 180 But , just as he began to tell , The auld kirk ...
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aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks bard Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flower fortune's frae Gala Water GAVIN HAMILTON glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka Jamie Kilmarnock laddie laird lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morn Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poor pride roar sang Scotland sing soul sweet syne tear tell thee There's thine thro thyme unco wander weary weel Whigs whyles wild Willie wind winna wooing o't ye'll ye're young ΙΟ
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