The Songs of Robert BurnsDonald Low Routledge, 16. 8. 2005. - 976 страница In this definitive work for our generation, Donald Low brings together, for the first time, the words and tunes of all Burns' known songs, both `polite' and bawdy. |
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... thro' my brain; Till on that Harste I said before, My Partner in the merry core She rous'd the forming Strain: I see her yet, the sonsy queane, That lighted up my jingle, Her pawkie smile, her kittle een, That gart my heart-strings ...
... thro' my brain; Till on that Harste I said before, My Partner in the merry core She rous'd the forming Strain: I see her yet, the sonsy queane, That lighted up my jingle, Her pawkie smile, her kittle een, That gart my heart-strings ...
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... is an old song and tune which has often thrilled thro ' my soul . You know I am an enthusiast in old Scots songs Light be the turf on the breast of the heaven - inspired Poet who .... ( Letter 90 , Letters I 101 ) See Donald.
... is an old song and tune which has often thrilled thro ' my soul . You know I am an enthusiast in old Scots songs Light be the turf on the breast of the heaven - inspired Poet who .... ( Letter 90 , Letters I 101 ) See Donald.
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... chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care! Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, 5 That wantons thro' the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return ! Oft hae I rov'd by.
... chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care! Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, 5 That wantons thro' the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return ! Oft hae I rov'd by.
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... auld Nature to the nines, In thy sweet Caledonian lines; Nae gowden stream thro' myrtle twines Where Philomel, While nightly breezes sweep the vines, Her griefs will tell! Thy rural loves are Nature's sel ' ; Nae bombast.
... auld Nature to the nines, In thy sweet Caledonian lines; Nae gowden stream thro' myrtle twines Where Philomel, While nightly breezes sweep the vines, Her griefs will tell! Thy rural loves are Nature's sel ' ; Nae bombast.
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... , on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather : Now waving grain , wide o'er the plain , 5 Delights the weary farmer ; And the moon shines bright , when I rove at night , my charm - er . black and dar- ing ; Thro ' the woods the.
... , on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather : Now waving grain , wide o'er the plain , 5 Delights the weary farmer ; And the moon shines bright , when I rove at night , my charm - er . black and dar- ing ; Thro ' the woods the.
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Alexander Cunningham Amang auld lang syne ballad blaw blythe bonie lass braes braw burn stream Burns sent Burns wrote Burns's ca'd Caledonian Pocket Companion cauld charms Chorus Collection David Herd dear dearie e'en e'er Edinburgh fair flowers frae George Thomson glen green gude hame Hastie heart Herd's Highland Highland laddie ilka J. G. Lockhart Jacobite Jean John Johnie Johnson Kinsley kiss laddie Lady lassie Letter lo'e mair Mary Mauchline maun melody morning Museum ne'er never night Notes o'er Poems poet Reels Robert Burns sang Scotland Scots Musical Museum Scottish siller sing stanza Stenhouse sweet Tam Lin thee There's thou thro traditional song Tune verses weary wee thing weel wife Willie words written ye go ye'll young