The Songs of Robert Burns, Том 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 страница |
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... green , On every blade the pearls hang ; The Zephyr wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the mavis sang , All Nature listening seem'd the while , Except where green - wood echoes rang , Amang the ...
... green , On every blade the pearls hang ; The Zephyr wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the mavis sang , All Nature listening seem'd the while , Except where green - wood echoes rang , Amang the ...
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... green earth , and ye skies , Now gay with the bright setting sun ! Farewell , loves and friendships , ye dear , tender ties , Our race of existence is run ! Thou grim King of Terrors , thou life's gloomy foe , Go , frighten the coward ...
... green earth , and ye skies , Now gay with the bright setting sun ! Farewell , loves and friendships , ye dear , tender ties , Our race of existence is run ! Thou grim King of Terrors , thou life's gloomy foe , Go , frighten the coward ...
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... green The woods rejoic'd the day , Through gentle showers the laughing flowers In double pride were gay : But now our joys are fled , On winter blasts awa ! Yet maiden May , in rich array , Again shall bring them a ' . But my white pow ...
... green The woods rejoic'd the day , Through gentle showers the laughing flowers In double pride were gay : But now our joys are fled , On winter blasts awa ! Yet maiden May , in rich array , Again shall bring them a ' . But my white pow ...
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... green mantle blythe Nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes , While birds warble welcome in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . The snaw - drap and primrose our woodlands adorn ...
... green mantle blythe Nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes , While birds warble welcome in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . The snaw - drap and primrose our woodlands adorn ...
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... green leaves fa ' frae the tree , Around my grave they'll wither . O LASSIE ART THOU SLEEPING YET ? TUNE LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT . " LASSIE , art thou sleeping yet ? Or art thou wakin , I would wit ? For love has bound me , hand and ...
... green leaves fa ' frae the tree , Around my grave they'll wither . O LASSIE ART THOU SLEEPING YET ? TUNE LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT . " LASSIE , art thou sleeping yet ? Or art thou wakin , I would wit ? For love has bound me , hand and ...
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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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