Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 страница |
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... lo'es me best of a ' How lang and dreary The Lover's Morning Salute to his Mistress Lassie wi ' the lint - white Locks The Auld Man Farewell , thou Stream Contented wi ' little My Nannie's awa ' Sweet fa's the Eve O Lassie , art thou ...
... lo'es me best of a ' How lang and dreary The Lover's Morning Salute to his Mistress Lassie wi ' the lint - white Locks The Auld Man Farewell , thou Stream Contented wi ' little My Nannie's awa ' Sweet fa's the Eve O Lassie , art thou ...
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... lo'es me ? A red , red Rose Captain Grose . O , wat ye wha's in yon Town ? Whistle owre the Lave o't . A Vision . O , once I lov'd a bonie Lass O , wert thou in the cauld blast The Highland Lassie Young Jockey . M'Pherson's Farewell ...
... lo'es me ? A red , red Rose Captain Grose . O , wat ye wha's in yon Town ? Whistle owre the Lave o't . A Vision . O , once I lov'd a bonie Lass O , wert thou in the cauld blast The Highland Lassie Young Jockey . M'Pherson's Farewell ...
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... lo'es best , Willie's awa ! O Willie was a witty wight , And had o ' things an unco slight ; Auld Reekie ay he keepit tight , An ' trig an ' braw : But now they'll busk her like a fright , Willie's awa ! The stiffest o ' them a ' he bow ...
... lo'es best , Willie's awa ! O Willie was a witty wight , And had o ' things an unco slight ; Auld Reekie ay he keepit tight , An ' trig an ' braw : But now they'll busk her like a fright , Willie's awa ! The stiffest o ' them a ' he bow ...
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... lo'es the grass , The muirhen lo'es the heather ; But gie me a braw moonlight , And me and my love together . LASS , when your mither is frae hame , Might I but be sae bauld As come to your bower - window , And creep in frae the cauld ...
... lo'es the grass , The muirhen lo'es the heather ; But gie me a braw moonlight , And me and my love together . LASS , when your mither is frae hame , Might I but be sae bauld As come to your bower - window , And creep in frae the cauld ...
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... lo'es the morning sun , To rouse the mountain deer , my jo ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen , Along the burn to steer , my jo ; Gie me the hour o ' gloamin grey , It maks my heart sae cheery O , To meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain ...
... lo'es the morning sun , To rouse the mountain deer , my jo ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen , Along the burn to steer , my jo ; Gie me the hour o ' gloamin grey , It maks my heart sae cheery O , To meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain ...
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acquaintance Allan Cunningham amang auld Ayrshire bard blest bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms Clarinda dare DEAR SIR dearest dearie Deil Dumfries DUNLOP e'en e'er Edinburgh ELLISLAND fair fancy Farewell farm favourite Fête Champêtre frae friendship Gavin Hamilton give grace gude hame happy heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour hope ilka Jenny Geddes Kilmarnock kind lady lassie letter lo'es Lord Madam mair Mauchline maun mind Miss monie morning Mossgiel Muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poetic poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing song soul stanzas sweet SYLVANDER Tarbolton tell thee There's thou thought thro TUNE verses weary weel Whigs wife wild William Burnes Willie wish worth wretch write ye'll young
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