The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... Willie Open the Door to me , Oh ...... Jessie Meg o ' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair .......... . ..... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream . Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad ... Deluded ...
... Willie Open the Door to me , Oh ...... Jessie Meg o ' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair .......... . ..... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream . Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad ... Deluded ...
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... Willie 60 Open the Door to me , Oh ..... Jessie 60 61 Meg o ' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair 62 ......... 62 63 ....... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad ...
... Willie 60 Open the Door to me , Oh ..... Jessie 60 61 Meg o ' the Mill Logan Braes There was a Lass Phillis the Fair 62 ......... 62 63 ....... Had I a Cave .................... By Allan Stream Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad ...
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... 103 The Braes of Ballochmyle .... 104 Willie brew'd a Peck o ' Maut . 104 The blue - ey'd Lassie 105 The Banks of Nith . 106 John Anderson my jo . 106 Tam Glen ........ 107 ' Page O meikle 108 Gane is the Day ... 109.
... 103 The Braes of Ballochmyle .... 104 Willie brew'd a Peck o ' Maut . 104 The blue - ey'd Lassie 105 The Banks of Nith . 106 John Anderson my jo . 106 Tam Glen ........ 107 ' Page O meikle 108 Gane is the Day ... 109.
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... Willie had Gloomy December Behold the Hour She's fair and fause Flow gently , sweet Afton ....... Bonnie Bell Louis , what reck I by thee For the Sake o ' Somebody The lovely Lass of Inverness O May , thy Morn .... 0 , wat ye wha's in ...
... Willie had Gloomy December Behold the Hour She's fair and fause Flow gently , sweet Afton ....... Bonnie Bell Louis , what reck I by thee For the Sake o ' Somebody The lovely Lass of Inverness O May , thy Morn .... 0 , wat ye wha's in ...
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... Willie , Poet Willie , gie the Doctora volley , Wi ' your liberty's chain and your wit ; O'er Pegasus ' side ye ne'er laid astride , Ye but smelt , man , the place where he sh - t . Andro Gouk 12 , Andro Gouk , ye may slander the book ...
... Willie , Poet Willie , gie the Doctora volley , Wi ' your liberty's chain and your wit ; O'er Pegasus ' side ye ne'er laid astride , Ye but smelt , man , the place where he sh - t . Andro Gouk 12 , Andro Gouk , ye may slander the book ...
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Страница 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Страница 205 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Страница 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Страница 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Страница 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Страница 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Страница 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Страница 175 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Страница 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me.