The Songs of Robert Burns, Том 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 страница |
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... blooming heather , But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o ' Gala Water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Aboon them a ' I lo'e him better ; And I'll be his and he'll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Gala Water . Although ...
... blooming heather , But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o ' Gala Water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Aboon them a ' I lo'e him better ; And I'll be his and he'll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Gala Water . Although ...
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... bloom ! did I say , Phillis the fair . Down in a shady walk , Doves cooing were , I mark'd the cruel hawk Caught in a snare : So kind may Fortune be , Such make his destiny , He who would injure thee , Phillis the fair . B BY ALLAN ...
... bloom ! did I say , Phillis the fair . Down in a shady walk , Doves cooing were , I mark'd the cruel hawk Caught in a snare : So kind may Fortune be , Such make his destiny , He who would injure thee , Phillis the fair . B BY ALLAN ...
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... see a form , I see a face , Ye weel may wi ' the fairest place : It wants , to me , the witching grace , The kind love that's in her e'e . O this is no , & c . She's bonnie , blooming , straight , and tall , 44 THE SONGS.
... see a form , I see a face , Ye weel may wi ' the fairest place : It wants , to me , the witching grace , The kind love that's in her e'e . O this is no , & c . She's bonnie , blooming , straight , and tall , 44 THE SONGS.
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Robert Burns. She's bonnie , blooming , straight , and tall , And lang has had my heart in thrall ; And aye it charms my ... blooms sae fair frae haunt o ' man ; And bonnie she , and ah , how dear ! It shaded frae the e'enin sun . Yon ...
Robert Burns. She's bonnie , blooming , straight , and tall , And lang has had my heart in thrall ; And aye it charms my ... blooms sae fair frae haunt o ' man ; And bonnie she , and ah , how dear ! It shaded frae the e'enin sun . Yon ...
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... bloom the whyle , And aye the wild - wood echoes rang , Fareweel the braes o ' Ballochmyle . Low in your wintry beds , ye flowers , Again ye'll flourish fresh and fair ; Ye birdies dumb , in with'ring bowers , Again ye'll charm the ...
... bloom the whyle , And aye the wild - wood echoes rang , Fareweel the braes o ' Ballochmyle . Low in your wintry beds , ye flowers , Again ye'll flourish fresh and fair ; Ye birdies dumb , in with'ring bowers , Again ye'll charm the ...
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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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