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... sang , Was made lang - syne - Lord knows how lang . He was a gash and faithful tyke , As ever lap a sheugh or dyke . His honest , sonsie , baw'snt face , Ay gat his friends in ilka place . His breast was white , his touzie back Weel ...
... sang , Was made lang - syne - Lord knows how lang . He was a gash and faithful tyke , As ever lap a sheugh or dyke . His honest , sonsie , baw'snt face , Ay gat his friends in ilka place . His breast was white , his touzie back Weel ...
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... sang that night . AIR . TUNE- " For a ' that , and a ' that . " I am a bard of no regard Wi ' gentlefolks , and a ' that : But Homer - like , the glowran byke Frae town to town I draw that . CHORUS . For a ' that , and a ' that ; And ...
... sang that night . AIR . TUNE- " For a ' that , and a ' that . " I am a bard of no regard Wi ' gentlefolks , and a ' that : But Homer - like , the glowran byke Frae town to town I draw that . CHORUS . For a ' that , and a ' that ; And ...
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... sang , A ballad o ' the best ; He rising , rejoicing , Between his twa Debórahs , Looks round him , and found them Impatient for the chorus . AIR . TUNE- " Jolly Mortals , fill your glasses . " See the smoking bowl before us , Mark our ...
... sang , A ballad o ' the best ; He rising , rejoicing , Between his twa Debórahs , Looks round him , and found them Impatient for the chorus . AIR . TUNE- " Jolly Mortals , fill your glasses . " See the smoking bowl before us , Mark our ...
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... sang . I'll wander on , wi ' tentless heed How never - halting moments speed , Till fate shall snap the brittle thread ; Then , all unknown , I'll lay me wi ' th ' inglorious dead , Forgot and gone ! But why o ' death begin a tale ...
... sang . I'll wander on , wi ' tentless heed How never - halting moments speed , Till fate shall snap the brittle thread ; Then , all unknown , I'll lay me wi ' th ' inglorious dead , Forgot and gone ! But why o ' death begin a tale ...
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... sang . My pen I here fling to the door , And kneel " Ye Pow'rs ! " and warm implore , " Though I should wander terra o'er , In all her climes , Grant me but this , I ask no more , Aye rowth o ' rhymes . " Gi'e dreeping roasts to countra ...
... sang . My pen I here fling to the door , And kneel " Ye Pow'rs ! " and warm implore , " Though I should wander terra o'er , In all her climes , Grant me but this , I ask no more , Aye rowth o ' rhymes . " Gi'e dreeping roasts to countra ...
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amang auld auld lang syne baith bard Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast brunstane burn canna cauld charms claut de'il dear dearest dearie e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate fear flower fortune's frae gi'e glen grace gude ha'e hame haud heart Heaven Highland honest honour ilka John Barleycorn laird lassie lo'es Lord Mauchline maun meikle mony morning mourn muckle muse nae mair ne'er never o'er owre pleasure poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round sang Scotland sing skelpin song soul sparklin sweet syne ta'en tear tell thee There's thine thro TUNE TUNE-"The unco wander weary weel Whare whistle whyles wild Willie wind winna wretch ye'll ye're