The Songs of Robert Burns, Том 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 страница |
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... 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 een OF BURNS . 7.
... 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 een OF BURNS . 7.
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... poor heart then break it must , My last hour I'm near it : When you lay me in the dust , Think , think how you will bear it . " I will hope and trust in Heaven , Nancy , Nancy ; Strength to bear it will be given , My spouse 22 THE SONGS.
... poor heart then break it must , My last hour I'm near it : When you lay me in the dust , Think , think how you will bear it . " I will hope and trust in Heaven , Nancy , Nancy ; Strength to bear it will be given , My spouse 22 THE SONGS.
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... poor heart be glad , When absent from my Sailor lad ? How can I the thought forego , He's on the seas to meet the foe ? Let me wander , let me rove , Still my heart is with my love ; Nightly dreams and thoughts by day , Are with him ...
... poor heart be glad , When absent from my Sailor lad ? How can I the thought forego , He's on the seas to meet the foe ? Let me wander , let me rove , Still my heart is with my love ; Nightly dreams and thoughts by day , Are with him ...
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... poor she endures , That's trusted faithless man , jo . I tell you now , & c . The sweetest flower that deck'd the mead , Now trodden like the vilest weed ; Let simple maid the lesson read , The weird may be her ain , jo . I tell you now ...
... poor she endures , That's trusted faithless man , jo . I tell you now , & c . The sweetest flower that deck'd the mead , Now trodden like the vilest weed ; Let simple maid the lesson read , The weird may be her ain , jo . I tell you now ...
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... ' wae could wauken . Thou tells o ' never - ending care ; O ' speechless grief , and dark despair ; For pity's sake , sweet bird , nae mair ! Or my poor heart is broken ! HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS . TUNE- " JOHN ANDERSON 42 THE SONGS.
... ' wae could wauken . Thou tells o ' never - ending care ; O ' speechless grief , and dark despair ; For pity's sake , sweet bird , nae mair ! Or my poor heart is broken ! HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS . TUNE- " JOHN ANDERSON 42 THE SONGS.
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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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