The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... hand - cuff'd , mizzl'd , hap - shackl'd Regent , But , like himsel , a full free agent . Be sure ye follow out the plan Nae waur than he did , honest man : As muckle better as you can . January 1 , 1789 . VERSES WRITTEN AT A TIME WHEN ...
... hand - cuff'd , mizzl'd , hap - shackl'd Regent , But , like himsel , a full free agent . Be sure ye follow out the plan Nae waur than he did , honest man : As muckle better as you can . January 1 , 1789 . VERSES WRITTEN AT A TIME WHEN ...
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... hand that oft was stretch'd to save , Low lies the heart that swell'd with honest pride ! ' A weeping country joins a widow's tear , The helpless poor mix with the orphan's cry ; The drooping arts surround their patron's bier , And ...
... hand that oft was stretch'd to save , Low lies the heart that swell'd with honest pride ! ' A weeping country joins a widow's tear , The helpless poor mix with the orphan's cry ; The drooping arts surround their patron's bier , And ...
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... hand , leg , or toe , Should ever prove your sp'ritual foe , You shou'd remember To cut it aff , an ' whatfore no Your dearest member ? ' Na , na , ' quo ' I , ' I'm no for that , Gelding's nae better than ' tis ca't , I'd rather suffer ...
... hand , leg , or toe , Should ever prove your sp'ritual foe , You shou'd remember To cut it aff , an ' whatfore no Your dearest member ? ' Na , na , ' quo ' I , ' I'm no for that , Gelding's nae better than ' tis ca't , I'd rather suffer ...
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... honour - our swords in our Our King and our country to save- [ hands , While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands , O ! who would not rest with the brave ! MY AIN KIND DEARIE O. WHEN o'er the hill the Song of Death.
... honour - our swords in our Our King and our country to save- [ hands , While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands , O ! who would not rest with the brave ! MY AIN KIND DEARIE O. WHEN o'er the hill the Song of Death.
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... hand and foot , And I would fain be in , jo . CHORUS . O , let me in this ae night , This ae , ae , ae night ; For pity's sake this ae night , O , rise and let me in , jo . Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet , Nae star blinks thro ...
... hand and foot , And I would fain be in , jo . CHORUS . O , let me in this ae night , This ae , ae , ae night ; For pity's sake this ae night , O , rise and let me in , jo . Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet , Nae star blinks thro ...
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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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