The Songs of Robert Burns, Том 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 страница |
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... Mary , I'm thine wi ' a passion sincerest , And thou hast plighted me love o ' the dearest ! And thou'rt the angel that never can alter , Sooner the sun in his motion would falter . ADDRESS TO THE WOOD - LARK . TUNE " WHERE'LL OF BURNS .
... Mary , I'm thine wi ' a passion sincerest , And thou hast plighted me love o ' the dearest ! And thou'rt the angel that never can alter , Sooner the sun in his motion would falter . ADDRESS TO THE WOOD - LARK . TUNE " WHERE'LL OF BURNS .
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... Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream , Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . Thou stock - dove whose echo resounds through the glen , Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den , Thou green - crested lapwing , thy ...
... Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream , Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . Thou stock - dove whose echo resounds through the glen , Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den , Thou green - crested lapwing , thy ...
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... Mary's sweet cot in my eye . How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below , Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow ; There oft as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea , The sweet - scented birk shades my Mary and me . Thy crystal ...
... Mary's sweet cot in my eye . How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below , Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow ; There oft as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea , The sweet - scented birk shades my Mary and me . Thy crystal ...
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... charms , and conquering arms , They wait on bonnie Ann . The captive bands may chain the hands , But love enslaves the man : Ye gallants braw , I rede you a ' , Beware o ' bonnie Ann . MY BONNIE MARY . O fetch to me a pint 96 THE SONGS.
... charms , and conquering arms , They wait on bonnie Ann . The captive bands may chain the hands , But love enslaves the man : Ye gallants braw , I rede you a ' , Beware o ' bonnie Ann . MY BONNIE MARY . O fetch to me a pint 96 THE SONGS.
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... Mary . The trumpets sound , the banners fly , The glittering spears are ranked ready ; The shouts o ' war are heard afar , The battle closes thick and bloody ; But it's no the roar o ' sea or shore Wad mak me langer wish to tarry ; Nor ...
... Mary . The trumpets sound , the banners fly , The glittering spears are ranked ready ; The shouts o ' war are heard afar , The battle closes thick and bloody ; But it's no the roar o ' sea or shore Wad mak me langer wish to tarry ; Nor ...
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aboon ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks barley birds Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blink blithe bloom bonnie lass bonnie Mary bosom bower braes breast Buy braw troggin canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil dimin e'en e'er Eppie fair Farewell flower fortune's frae Gala Water glen green grows bonnie wi gude hame heart Here's a health Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss lassie lawin lo'es luve Mally's maun monie morning nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre Phillis pleasure roar rue grows bonnie siller simmer sing snaw soger sweet syne tear thee thine thou hast thyme Tibbie wander wanton weary weel Whigs wife wild Willie win my love wind winna wither'd ye'll Ye're young young Jessie
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