The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life , and a Criticism on His Writing. To which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Том 4T. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... Auld Rob Morris , " and " Duncan Gray , " X. Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " O poortith cauld , " & c . and " Galla Water , " XI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Jan. 1793 , desiring anec- dotes on the origin of particular songs . Tytler of Woodhouse - lee ...
... Auld Rob Morris , " and " Duncan Gray , " X. Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " O poortith cauld , " & c . and " Galla Water , " XI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Jan. 1793 , desiring anec- dotes on the origin of particular songs . Tytler of Woodhouse - lee ...
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... Auld lang syne , " • Page · 115 • 125 XLIII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with a variation of " Bannockburn , " • XLIV . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Thanks and observations , 127 XLV . Mr. B. to Mr. T. On " Bannockburn " - " sends Fairy Jenny , " . ; XLVI ...
... Auld lang syne , " • Page · 115 • 125 XLIII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with a variation of " Bannockburn , " • XLIV . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Thanks and observations , 127 XLV . Mr. B. to Mr. T. On " Bannockburn " - " sends Fairy Jenny , " . ; XLVI ...
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... Auld Man " " Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht- head , " in a note , 172 LXI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Wishes he knew the in- spiring Fair One - Ritson's historical essay not interesting - Allan - Maggie Lawder , 185 LXII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Has ...
... Auld Man " " Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht- head , " in a note , 172 LXI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Wishes he knew the in- spiring Fair One - Ritson's historical essay not interesting - Allan - Maggie Lawder , 185 LXII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. Has ...
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... Auld Lang Syne Auld Rob Morris A Vision Banks of Cree Banks o ' Doon Banks of Nith 343 • 122 25 344 151 325 300 Bannockburn 125 Battle of Sheriff - Muir 360 Bess and her spinning - wheel 317 Birks of Aberfeldy 270 Bonnie Bell 333 Braes ...
... Auld Lang Syne Auld Rob Morris A Vision Banks of Cree Banks o ' Doon Banks of Nith 343 • 122 25 344 151 325 300 Bannockburn 125 Battle of Sheriff - Muir 360 Bess and her spinning - wheel 317 Birks of Aberfeldy 270 Bonnie Bell 333 Braes ...
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... 357 403 405 368 Phillis the Fair 88 Saw ye my Phely ? · She says she lo'es me best of a ' Sic a Wife as Willie had Strathallan's Lament Tam Glen · · 174 • 163 326 · 273 304 The Page : 183 The Auld Man • The blue - xviii INDEX .
... 357 403 405 368 Phillis the Fair 88 Saw ye my Phely ? · She says she lo'es me best of a ' Sic a Wife as Willie had Strathallan's Lament Tam Glen · · 174 • 163 326 · 273 304 The Page : 183 The Auld Man • The blue - xviii INDEX .
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter amang anec anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blithe bonnie bosom braes BURNS Caledonia Cauld charming Chloris CHORUS claute Coila Dainty Davie dear Sir dearest dearie Deil delight Dumfries Duncan Gray Ecclefechan Edinburgh English song English verses fair favourite fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart heaven Highland John Anderson lass lassie Lassie wi lea-rig Leiger lines lo'es Lord Gregory lover mair Mary maun melodies merit Mill mony muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry poor Rob Morris Saw ye Scots Scottish singing stanza suit sung sweet syne taste tell thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie wilt thou young JESSIE
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