The British Poets, Том 2Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... fear , And think they hear it roarin ' , When presently it does appear ' Twas but some neebor snorin ' , Asleep that day . ' Twad be owre lang a tale to tell How monie stories past , And how they crowded to the yill , When they were a ...
... fear , And think they hear it roarin ' , When presently it does appear ' Twas but some neebor snorin ' , Asleep that day . ' Twad be owre lang a tale to tell How monie stories past , And how they crowded to the yill , When they were a ...
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... fear , In flinders flee ; He was her laureate monie a year , That's owre the sea . He saw misfortune's cauld nor - west Lang mustering up a bitter blast ; A jillet brak his heart at last , Ill may she be ! So , took a berth afore the ...
... fear , In flinders flee ; He was her laureate monie a year , That's owre the sea . He saw misfortune's cauld nor - west Lang mustering up a bitter blast ; A jillet brak his heart at last , Ill may she be ! So , took a berth afore the ...
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... fear your modesty be hurt . This may do maun do , sir , wi ' them wha Maun please the great folk for a wamefou ; belly - full For me ! sae laigh I needna bow , For , L be thankit , I can plough ; And when I downa yoke a naig , Then , L ...
... fear your modesty be hurt . This may do maun do , sir , wi ' them wha Maun please the great folk for a wamefou ; belly - full For me ! sae laigh I needna bow , For , L be thankit , I can plough ; And when I downa yoke a naig , Then , L ...
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... fear , some ill ane skelp him , He may do weel for a ' he's done yet , But only he's no just begun yet . The Patron ( sir , ye maun forgie me , I winna lie , come what will o ' me ) , On every hand it will allowed be , He's just - nae ...
... fear , some ill ane skelp him , He may do weel for a ' he's done yet , But only he's no just begun yet . The Patron ( sir , ye maun forgie me , I winna lie , come what will o ' me ) , On every hand it will allowed be , He's just - nae ...
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... To bless his filial little flock , And shew what good men are . She , who her lovely offspring eyes With tender hopes and fears , And when those legs to guid warm kail , Wi ET . 28. ] VERSES WRITTEN AT MR . LAWRIE'S . 45.
... To bless his filial little flock , And shew what good men are . She , who her lovely offspring eyes With tender hopes and fears , And when those legs to guid warm kail , Wi ET . 28. ] VERSES WRITTEN AT MR . LAWRIE'S . 45.
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