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... breast Coming through the rye ................ Contented wi ' little and canty wi ' mair Could aught of song declare my pains Deluded swain , the pleasure . Does haughty Gaul invasion threat Duncan Gray cam here to woo ...... Farewell ...
... breast Coming through the rye ................ Contented wi ' little and canty wi ' mair Could aught of song declare my pains Deluded swain , the pleasure . Does haughty Gaul invasion threat Duncan Gray cam here to woo ...... Farewell ...
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... breast . Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour , They ne'er wi ' my Phillis can vie Her breath is the breath o ' the woodbine , It's dew - drop o ' diamond her eye . Her voice is the song of the morning , That wakes thro ' the green ...
... breast . Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour , They ne'er wi ' my Phillis can vie Her breath is the breath o ' the woodbine , It's dew - drop o ' diamond her eye . Her voice is the song of the morning , That wakes thro ' the green ...
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... breast Sae early in the morning . She soon shall see her tender brood , The pride , the pleasure o ' the wood , Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd , Awake the early morning . So thou , dear bird , young Jeany fair ! On trembling ...
... breast Sae early in the morning . She soon shall see her tender brood , The pride , the pleasure o ' the wood , Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd , Awake the early morning . So thou , dear bird , young Jeany fair ! On trembling ...
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... mount to the air wi ' the dew on her breast , And wi ' the merry ploughman she'll whistle and sing , And at night she'll return to her nest back again . AULD LANG SYNE . SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot , THE SONGS OF.
... mount to the air wi ' the dew on her breast , And wi ' the merry ploughman she'll whistle and sing , And at night she'll return to her nest back again . AULD LANG SYNE . SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot , THE SONGS OF.
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... delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . Oh had she but been of a lower degree , THE SONGS OF.
... delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast . Oh had she but been of a lower degree , THE SONGS OF.
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ain dear Amang ane-and-twenty auld auld lang syne awa wi Ballochmyle birks of Aberfeldy blaw bloom blythe bonnie blue bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast cauld charms CHORUS claut Collier Laddie danc'd awa dearest dearie deil deil's awa dewy e'en e'er Exciseman fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flower frae Gala Water glen green grows bonnie wi hame heart Highland laddie ilka Jamie John Barleycorn lassie loes love thee lover luve Mally's maun meikle mony morning ne'er never o'er Och-on Oh wha parcel of rogues Philly rigs Robin rove rue grows bonnie sae far awa sang siller sing smile snaw sodger sparklin Strathspey sweet syne tear There's thine thou hast thro thyme TUNE-The twa glancin wander weary wee thing weel wife wild Willie wind winna wither'd ye'll Ye're yon town young young Jessie
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Страница 34 - DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, 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, the wooing o't; Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer't and blin', Spak o' lowpin' o'er a linn ; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
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