The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Томови 1-3Houghton, Mifflin, 1889 |
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... O fickle Fortune , why this cruel sporting ? - Mrs. C. I bear a heart shall support me still.— Burns . ere Thy frowns cannot fear me , thy smiles cannot cheer me.- Mrs. C. MY NANNIE , O. TUNE- My Nannie , O. The 4 ( 1776 . I DREAMED I LAY .
... O fickle Fortune , why this cruel sporting ? - Mrs. C. I bear a heart shall support me still.— Burns . ere Thy frowns cannot fear me , thy smiles cannot cheer me.- Mrs. C. MY NANNIE , O. TUNE- My Nannie , O. The 4 ( 1776 . I DREAMED I LAY .
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... TUNE - If he be a Butcher neat and trim . About this time ( 1781 ) Burns had met a young woman possessing many highly agreeable qualities , 1 A kind of cloth . 2 This piece appeared for the first time in Cromek's Rel iques , the editor ...
... TUNE - If he be a Butcher neat and trim . About this time ( 1781 ) Burns had met a young woman possessing many highly agreeable qualities , 1 A kind of cloth . 2 This piece appeared for the first time in Cromek's Rel iques , the editor ...
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... tune's favour , O ; Some cause unseen still stept between , to frus- trate each endeavour ,. O. Sometimes by foes I was o'erpowered , sometimes by friends forsaken , O ; And when my hope was at the top , I still was worst mistaken , O ...
... tune's favour , O ; Some cause unseen still stept between , to frus- trate each endeavour ,. O. Sometimes by foes I was o'erpowered , sometimes by friends forsaken , O ; And when my hope was at the top , I still was worst mistaken , O ...
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... o ' barley . CHORUS . Corn rigs , and barley rigs , And corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . Of a third. 34 1783 THE RIGS O ' BARLEY .
... o ' barley . CHORUS . Corn rigs , and barley rigs , And corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . Of a third. 34 1783 THE RIGS O ' BARLEY .
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With a Memoir Robert Burns Robert Chambers. MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . Of a third ditty we have also some particulars . It was a more serious and durable affair than either of the preceding . The heroine was a young woman ...
With a Memoir Robert Burns Robert Chambers. MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . Of a third ditty we have also some particulars . It was a more serious and durable affair than either of the preceding . The heroine was a young woman ...
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aith amang ance auld baith bard blithe bonnie lass bonny braes braw brunstane Burns Burns's canna cauld Cessnock charms Coilsfield dear deil dinna e'en e'er Epistle fair fate fear Ferintosh fortune frae Gavin Hamilton gies grace guid Halloween hame heart Heaven herds Highland holy honest honour ither John Barleycorn John Highlandman Kilmarnock Laird lass lassie Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind mony Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre Peggy plough poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang says Scotch Scotland Scottish sing skelpin sodger song stanza sweet ta'en tell tempests storming thee thegither There's thou Torbolton tune twa glancing sparkling unco verses wander weary weel Whare Whyles ye hae Ye'll ye're young
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