Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 4J. M'Kie, 1869 |
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... She's fair and fause that causes Turn again , thou fair Eliza Page I 2 3 5 6 9 IO II 12 14 15 16 17 20 22 23 my fmart 24 25 Ye Banks and Braes o ' bonie Doon ( First fett ) 27 Fate gave the word , the arrow sped 28 True hearted was he ...
... She's fair and fause that causes Turn again , thou fair Eliza Page I 2 3 5 6 9 IO II 12 14 15 16 17 20 22 23 my fmart 24 25 Ye Banks and Braes o ' bonie Doon ( First fett ) 27 Fate gave the word , the arrow sped 28 True hearted was he ...
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... 215 Could aught of fong 216 Here's to thy health , my bonie lafs 217 Gloomy December 219 Wee Willie Gray 220 Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure Gudeen to you Kimmer 220 222 O ay my wife she dang me Scroggam - O ( x )
... 215 Could aught of fong 216 Here's to thy health , my bonie lafs 217 Gloomy December 219 Wee Willie Gray 220 Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure Gudeen to you Kimmer 220 222 O ay my wife she dang me Scroggam - O ( x )
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... she bade me A ' the lads o ' Thornie - bank There's a youth in this city Ye Jacobites by name Awa , Whigs , awa The Captive Ribband 237 239 243 234 235 236 Eppie Adair The Poor Thresher As I came o'er the Cairney Mount Bannocks o ' Bear ...
... she bade me A ' the lads o ' Thornie - bank There's a youth in this city Ye Jacobites by name Awa , Whigs , awa The Captive Ribband 237 239 243 234 235 236 Eppie Adair The Poor Thresher As I came o'er the Cairney Mount Bannocks o ' Bear ...
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... she's but a laffie yet Rattlin , roarin Willie Hey tutti taiti To the weaver's gin ye go The Slave's Lament I love my love in fecret Page 275 276 277 279 280 282 283 Lovely Davies 284 The Highland Widow's Lament 286 Ofteer her up and ...
... she's but a laffie yet Rattlin , roarin Willie Hey tutti taiti To the weaver's gin ye go The Slave's Lament I love my love in fecret Page 275 276 277 279 280 282 283 Lovely Davies 284 The Highland Widow's Lament 286 Ofteer her up and ...
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Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect Robert Burns. She's fresh as the morning , the fairest in May , She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e ...
Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect Robert Burns. She's fresh as the morning , the fairest in May , She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e ...
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aboon amang banks bannocks barley bree beſt birks of Aberfeldy blaſt blaw bleft blythe bofom bonie blue Bonie laffie bonie laſs braes braw breaſt BURNS charms CHORUS dearie Devon e'en Eppie fair fang Farewell feen fhall fhe's fing firſt flowers fome forrow frae ftill fweet Glaſgow glen green gude hame heart Here's a health Highland Highland laddie Houſe ilka Jamie John Katie Kilmarnock kiſs laddie lafs LASSIE laſt lo'e Lynedoch Street Mary maun mony morning muſt nae mair ne'er never night o'er Paiſley parcel of rogues Phely pleaſure pofie roſe ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpring ſtill ſtream Street ſweet thee thro thyme tocher treaſure weary wee thing weel Weft whigs whiſtle wife Willie wind wooing o't wyte ye go ye'll
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