Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 4J. M'Kie, 1869 |
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... auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen Oh , open the door , fome pity to fhow When wild War's deadly blast was blawn O ftay , fweet warbling wood - lark , stay Here is the Glen , and here the Bower The day returns , my bofom burns O were ...
... auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen Oh , open the door , fome pity to fhow When wild War's deadly blast was blawn O ftay , fweet warbling wood - lark , stay Here is the Glen , and here the Bower The day returns , my bofom burns O were ...
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... auld acquaintance be forgot Now rofy May comes in wi ' flowers It was the charming month of May Canft thou leave me thus , my Katy O meikle thinks my love o ' my beauty Robert Bruce's Address to his Army at Bannockburn Here's a health ...
... auld acquaintance be forgot Now rofy May comes in wi ' flowers It was the charming month of May Canft thou leave me thus , my Katy O meikle thinks my love o ' my beauty Robert Bruce's Address to his Army at Bannockburn Here's a health ...
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... auld man - The Catrine woods were yellow feen There was a lafs , and fhe was fair Behold the hour , the boat arrive O were my love yon lilac fair O laffie , art thou sleeping yet Forlorn , my Love , no comfort near Sleep'ft thou , or ...
... auld man - The Catrine woods were yellow feen There was a lafs , and fhe was fair Behold the hour , the boat arrive O were my love yon lilac fair O laffie , art thou sleeping yet Forlorn , my Love , no comfort near Sleep'ft thou , or ...
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... auld man he came over the lea 290 O Kenmure's on and awa , Willie 291 Lady Mary Ann 292 To daunton me The Ploughman 294 295 - Wantonnefs for ever mair When she cam ben fhe bobbed Duncan Gray Hey ca ' thro ' Eppie M'Nab Killiecrankie 297 ...
... auld man he came over the lea 290 O Kenmure's on and awa , Willie 291 Lady Mary Ann 292 To daunton me The Ploughman 294 295 - Wantonnefs for ever mair When she cam ben fhe bobbed Duncan Gray Hey ca ' thro ' Eppie M'Nab Killiecrankie 297 ...
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... AULD ROB MORRIS . HERE'S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen , He's the king of gude fellows , and wale of auld men ; He has gowd in his coffers , he has sheep , he has kine , And ae bonnie laffie , his darling and mine . She's fresh ...
... AULD ROB MORRIS . HERE'S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen , He's the king of gude fellows , and wale of auld men ; He has gowd in his coffers , he has sheep , he has kine , And ae bonnie laffie , his darling and mine . She's fresh ...
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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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