The Songs of Robert Burns, Том 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 страница |
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... WILLIE . ERE awa , there awa , wandering Willie , Here awa , there awa , haud awa hame ; Come to my bosom , my ain only dearie , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , 14 THE SONGS.
... WILLIE . ERE awa , there awa , wandering Willie , Here awa , there awa , haud awa hame ; Come to my bosom , my ain only dearie , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , 14 THE SONGS.
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... Willie brought tears in my ee ; Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie , The simmer to nature , my Willie to me ! Rest , ye wild storms , in the cave of your slumbers ; How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Wauken , ye breezes ...
... Willie brought tears in my ee ; Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie , The simmer to nature , my Willie to me ! Rest , ye wild storms , in the cave of your slumbers ; How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Wauken , ye breezes ...
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... Willie's far frae Logan Braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her nestlings , sits the thrush ; Her faithfu ' mate will share her toil , Or wi ' his song her cares beguile : But I wi ' my sweet nurslings here , Nae mate ...
... Willie's far frae Logan Braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her nestlings , sits the thrush ; Her faithfu ' mate will share her toil , Or wi ' his song her cares beguile : But I wi ' my sweet nurslings here , Nae mate ...
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... WILLIE Brew'd a pECK O ' MAUT . " JH , Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut , And Rob and Allan cam to pree ; Three blither hearts , that lee - lang night , Ye wad na find in Christendie . We CHORUS . e are na fou , we're no 64 THE SONGS.
... WILLIE Brew'd a pECK O ' MAUT . " JH , Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut , And Rob and Allan cam to pree ; Three blither hearts , that lee - lang night , Ye wad na find in Christendie . We CHORUS . e are na fou , we're no 64 THE SONGS.
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... WILLIE'S WIFE . TUNE- TIBBIE FOWLER IN THE GLEN . " ILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed , The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie , Willie was a wabster guid , Cou'd stown a clue wi ' onie bodie ; He had a wife was dour and din , O Tinkler Madgie ...
... WILLIE'S WIFE . TUNE- TIBBIE FOWLER IN THE GLEN . " ILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed , The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie , Willie was a wabster guid , Cou'd stown a clue wi ' onie bodie ; He had a wife was dour and din , O Tinkler Madgie ...
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Amang arms auld banks bear birds bloom blue body bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast charms CHORUS comes dear dearie fair Farewell fell flower frae glen green grows guid hame hand happy hast head heart Here's Highland hills hope hour I'll ilka Jamie John kind King kiss laddie lass lassie leave light live lo'es look lord lover mair Mary maun meet monie morning ne'er never night o'er owre peace pleasure poor pride rose round seen sing sorrow spring stream sweet tear tell thee thing thou thought thyme true TUNE wander weary weel wife wild Willie wind winter woods young
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