The Songs of Robert Burns, Том 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 страница |
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... I'll care for naebody . MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING . HE is a winsome wee thing , She is a handsome wee thing , She is a bonnie wee thing , This sweet wee wife o ' mine . I never saw a fairer , I never lo'ed a THE SONGS.
... I'll care for naebody . MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING . HE is a winsome wee thing , She is a handsome wee thing , She is a bonnie wee thing , This sweet wee wife o ' mine . I never saw a fairer , I never lo'ed a THE SONGS.
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Robert Burns. I never saw a fairer , I never lo'ed a dearer , And neist my heart I'll wear her , For fear my jewel tine . She is a winsome wee thing , She is a handsome wee thing , She is a bonnie wee thing , This sweet wee wife o ' mine ...
Robert Burns. I never saw a fairer , I never lo'ed a dearer , And neist my heart I'll wear her , For fear my jewel tine . She is a winsome wee thing , She is a handsome wee thing , She is a bonnie wee thing , This sweet wee wife o ' mine ...
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... never make them eerie . O why should fate sic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining ? GALA WATER . HERE'S braw , braw lads on Yarrow braes , That wander through ...
... never make them eerie . O why should fate sic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining ? GALA WATER . HERE'S braw , braw lads on Yarrow braes , That wander through ...
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... 'd the door , she has open'd it wide ; She sees his pale corse on the plain , Oh ! " My true love , " she cried , and sank down by his side , Never to rise again , Oh ! AIR- MEG O ' THE MILL . O , BONNIE 12 THE SONGS.
... 'd the door , she has open'd it wide ; She sees his pale corse on the plain , Oh ! " My true love , " she cried , and sank down by his side , Never to rise again , Oh ! AIR- MEG O ' THE MILL . O , BONNIE 12 THE SONGS.
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... never see it , may I never trow it , But , dying , believe that my Willie's my ain . LOGAN BRAES . TUNE- LOGAN WATER . " LOGAN , sweetly didst thou glide That day I was my Willie's bride ; And years sinsyne hae o'er us run , Like Logan ...
... never see it , may I never trow it , But , dying , believe that my Willie's my ain . LOGAN BRAES . TUNE- LOGAN WATER . " LOGAN , sweetly didst thou glide That day I was my Willie's bride ; And years sinsyne hae o'er us run , Like Logan ...
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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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