The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 страница |
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... Jamie , for yoursel , May guardian angels tak a spell , An ' steer you seven miles south o ' hell : But first , before you see heav'n's glory , May ye get monie a merry story , Monie a laugh , and monie a drink , An ' aye enough o ...
... Jamie , for yoursel , May guardian angels tak a spell , An ' steer you seven miles south o ' hell : But first , before you see heav'n's glory , May ye get monie a merry story , Monie a laugh , and monie a drink , An ' aye enough o ...
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... Jamie Goose , Jamie Goose , Ye hae made but toom roose , O ' hunting the wicked lieutenant ; But the doctor's your mark , For the Lord's holy ark , He has cooper'd and ca'd a wrong pin in't , Jamie Goose , He has cooper'd and ca'd a ...
... Jamie Goose , Jamie Goose , Ye hae made but toom roose , O ' hunting the wicked lieutenant ; But the doctor's your mark , For the Lord's holy ark , He has cooper'd and ca'd a wrong pin in't , Jamie Goose , He has cooper'd and ca'd a ...
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... Jamie's banes : O Death , it's my opinion , Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin ' bitch Into thy dark dominion ! EPITAPH ON WEE JOHNNY . Hic jacet wee Johnny . WHOE'ER thou art , O reader , know That death has murder'd Johnie ! An ' here ...
... Jamie's banes : O Death , it's my opinion , Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin ' bitch Into thy dark dominion ! EPITAPH ON WEE JOHNNY . Hic jacet wee Johnny . WHOE'ER thou art , O reader , know That death has murder'd Johnie ! An ' here ...
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... JAMIE COMES HAME . ' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes , While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . The snaw - drap and ...
... JAMIE COMES HAME . ' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes , While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . The snaw - drap and ...
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... Jamie , Thou hast left me ever ; Thou hast left me ever , Jamie , Thou hast left me ever . Aften hast thou vow'd that death Only should us sever ; Now thou'st left thy lass for aye- I maun see thee never , Jamie , I'll see thee never ...
... Jamie , Thou hast left me ever ; Thou hast left me ever , Jamie , Thou hast left me ever . Aften hast thou vow'd that death Only should us sever ; Now thou'st left thy lass for aye- I maun see thee never , Jamie , I'll see thee never ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flowers frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar rue grows bonie sang sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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