The Songs of Robert Burns, Том 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 страница |
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... d to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like Nature's vernal smile , Perfection whisper'd passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! B Fair is the morn in flowery May , And sweet. SONGS OF ROBERT BURNS . ...
... d to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like Nature's vernal smile , Perfection whisper'd passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! B Fair is the morn in flowery May , And sweet. SONGS OF ROBERT BURNS . ...
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... Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Duncan fleech'd , and Duncan pray'd ; Ha , ha , & c . Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig , Ha , ha , & c . Duncan sigh'd baith out and in , Grat his ...
... Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Duncan fleech'd , and Duncan pray'd ; Ha , ha , & c . Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig , Ha , ha , & c . Duncan sigh'd baith out and in , Grat his ...
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... look as ye werena lookin at me . Yet look , & c . O whistle , & c . Aye vow and protest that ye carena for me , And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee ; But courtna anither , though jokin ye be , For fear that she wyle your fancy ...
... look as ye werena lookin at me . Yet look , & c . O whistle , & c . Aye vow and protest that ye carena for me , And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee ; But courtna anither , though jokin ye be , For fear that she wyle your fancy ...
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... blither in Glenturit glen . By Ochtertyre grows the aik , On Yarrow banks , the birken shaw ; But Phemie was a bonnier lass Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Blithe , & c . Her looks were like a flower in May , Her 56 THE SONGS.
... blither in Glenturit glen . By Ochtertyre grows the aik , On Yarrow banks , the birken shaw ; But Phemie was a bonnier lass Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Blithe , & c . Her looks were like a flower in May , Her 56 THE SONGS.
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Robert Burns. Her looks were like a flower in May , Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Ern As light's a bird upon a thorn . Blithe , & c . Her bonnie face it was as meek As onie lamb's upon a lee ; The evening ...
Robert Burns. Her looks were like a flower in May , Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Ern As light's a bird upon a thorn . Blithe , & c . Her bonnie face it was as meek As onie lamb's upon a lee ; The evening ...
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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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