The Songs of Robert Burns, Том 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 страница |
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... weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil ; And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slippery steep , Where fame and honours lofty shine ; And thirst of gold ...
... weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil ; And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slippery steep , Where fame and honours lofty shine ; And thirst of gold ...
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... weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil ; And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slippery steep , Where fame and honours lofty shine ; And thirst of gold ...
... weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil ; And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the slippery steep , Where fame and honours lofty shine ; And thirst of gold ...
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... weary flocks around me pant , Haply in the scorching sun My Sailor's thund'ring at his gun : Bullets , spare my only joy ! Bullets , spare my darling boy ! Fate , do with me what you may , Spare but him that's far away ! On the seas ...
... weary flocks around me pant , Haply in the scorching sun My Sailor's thund'ring at his gun : Bullets , spare my only joy ! Bullets , spare my darling boy ! Fate , do with me what you may , Spare but him that's far away ! On the seas ...
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... weary . CHORUS . For oh , her lanely nights are lang , And oh , her dreams are eerie ; And oh , her widowed heart is sair , That's absent frae her dearie . When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi ' thee , my dearie ! And now that ...
... weary . CHORUS . For oh , her lanely nights are lang , And oh , her dreams are eerie ; And oh , her widowed heart is sair , That's absent frae her dearie . When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi ' thee , my dearie ! And now that ...
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... ' silver ray , The weary shearer's hameward way , Through yellow waving fields we'll stray , And talk o ' love , my dearie O. Lassie wi ' , & c . D 34 And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my lassie's OF BURNS . 33.
... ' silver ray , The weary shearer's hameward way , Through yellow waving fields we'll stray , And talk o ' love , my dearie O. Lassie wi ' , & c . D 34 And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my lassie's OF BURNS . 33.
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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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