Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 страница |
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... tell thy Lover Bonie Bell Caledonia For the sake of Somebody On the Battle of Sheriff Muir O May , thy Morn The lovely Lass of Inverness . The Dumfries Volunteers O wha is she that lo'es me ? A red , red Rose Captain Grose . O , wat ye ...
... tell thy Lover Bonie Bell Caledonia For the sake of Somebody On the Battle of Sheriff Muir O May , thy Morn The lovely Lass of Inverness . The Dumfries Volunteers O wha is she that lo'es me ? A red , red Rose Captain Grose . O , wat ye ...
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... tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er ...
... tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er ...
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... tell , Poor plackless devils like mysel ' It sets you ill , Wi ' bitter , dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or foreign gill . May gravels round his blather wrench , An ' gouts torment him , inch by inch , Wha twists his gruntle wi ' a glunch O ...
... tell , Poor plackless devils like mysel ' It sets you ill , Wi ' bitter , dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or foreign gill . May gravels round his blather wrench , An ' gouts torment him , inch by inch , Wha twists his gruntle wi ' a glunch O ...
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... tell yon Premier Youth , The honest , open , naked truth : Tell him o ' míne an ' Scotland's drouth , His servants humble : The muckle devil blaw ye south , If ye dissemble ! Does ony great man glunch an ' gloom ? Speak out , an ' never ...
... tell yon Premier Youth , The honest , open , naked truth : Tell him o ' míne an ' Scotland's drouth , His servants humble : The muckle devil blaw ye south , If ye dissemble ! Does ony great man glunch an ' gloom ? Speak out , an ' never ...
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... tell me Whisky's name in Greek , I'll tell the reason . Scotland , my auld , respected Mither ! Tho ' whyles ye moistify your leather , Till whare ye sit , on craps o ' heather , Ye tine your dam ; Freedom and Whisky gang thegither ...
... tell me Whisky's name in Greek , I'll tell the reason . Scotland , my auld , respected Mither ! Tho ' whyles ye moistify your leather , Till whare ye sit , on craps o ' heather , Ye tine your dam ; Freedom and Whisky gang thegither ...
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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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