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... fear the Lord alway ! And mind your duty , duly , morn and night ! Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray , Implore His counsel and assisting might : They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright ! " But , hark ! a rap comes ...
... fear the Lord alway ! And mind your duty , duly , morn and night ! Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray , Implore His counsel and assisting might : They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright ! " But , hark ! a rap comes ...
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... fear nae evil ; Wi ' usquebae , we'll face the devil ! — The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle , Fair play , he cared na deils a boddle . But Maggie stood right sair astonish'd , Till , by the heel and hand admonish'd , She ventured ...
... fear nae evil ; Wi ' usquebae , we'll face the devil ! — The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle , Fair play , he cared na deils a boddle . But Maggie stood right sair astonish'd , Till , by the heel and hand admonish'd , She ventured ...
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... fear ) . Her cutty sark , o ' Paisley harn , That , while a lassie , she had worn , In longitude though sorely scanty , It was her best , and she was vauntie . Ah little kenn'd thy reverend grannie , That sark she coft for her wee ...
... fear ) . Her cutty sark , o ' Paisley harn , That , while a lassie , she had worn , In longitude though sorely scanty , It was her best , and she was vauntie . Ah little kenn'd thy reverend grannie , That sark she coft for her wee ...
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... fear and tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches ! LUATH . They're no sae wretched's ane wad think ; Though constantly on poortith's brink : They're sae accustom'd wi ' the sight , The view ...
... fear and tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches ! LUATH . They're no sae wretched's ane wad think ; Though constantly on poortith's brink : They're sae accustom'd wi ' the sight , The view ...
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... fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true they needna starve nor sweat , Through winter's cauld or simmer's heat ; They've nae sair wark to craze their banes , And ...
... fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true they needna starve nor sweat , Through winter's cauld or simmer's heat ; They've nae sair wark to craze their banes , And ...
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