Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 4J. M'Kie, 1869 |
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... wife - When o'er the hill the Eastern Star The lovely lafs o ' Inverness Oh , how can I be blythe and glad The Banks of Nith O Mary , at thy window be To thee , lov'd Nith , thy gladsome plains Now bank and brae are clothed in green ...
... wife - When o'er the hill the Eastern Star The lovely lafs o ' Inverness Oh , how can I be blythe and glad The Banks of Nith O Mary , at thy window be To thee , lov'd Nith , thy gladsome plains Now bank and brae are clothed in green ...
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... Wife o ' my ain 201 196 197 198 202 203 204 205 Afton Water 206 Bonie Bell 208 The Deuks dang o'er my Daddie 209 A red , red rofe 210 Louis what reck I by thee 211 Comin thro ' the rye ( First fett ) 211 Comin thro ' the rye ( Second ...
... Wife o ' my ain 201 196 197 198 202 203 204 205 Afton Water 206 Bonie Bell 208 The Deuks dang o'er my Daddie 209 A red , red rofe 210 Louis what reck I by thee 211 Comin thro ' the rye ( First fett ) 211 Comin thro ' the rye ( Second ...
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Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect Robert Burns. O ay my wife she dang me Scroggam - O gude ale comes , and gude ale goes Robin fhure in hairst · My Lady's gown there's gairs upon't Page 224 225 226 227 228 Sweetest May 230 O ken ye what ...
Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect Robert Burns. O ay my wife she dang me Scroggam - O gude ale comes , and gude ale goes Robin fhure in hairst · My Lady's gown there's gairs upon't Page 224 225 226 227 228 Sweetest May 230 O ken ye what ...
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... Wife's a winfome wee thing ( Second fett ) 339 To Mary 340 Streams that glide 341 Saw ye my Phely My Chloris , mark how green the groves 343 344 The last time I came o'er the moor 345 Deluded Swain 347 ' Twas na her bonie blue e'e 348 O ...
... Wife's a winfome wee thing ( Second fett ) 339 To Mary 340 Streams that glide 341 Saw ye my Phely My Chloris , mark how green the groves 343 344 The last time I came o'er the moor 345 Deluded Swain 347 ' Twas na her bonie blue e'e 348 O ...
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... WIFE AYONT THE FIRE . THERE Cart rins rowing to the fea , WBy mony a flow'r and fpreading tree , There lives a lad , the lad for me , He is a gallant failor . Oh I had wooers , eight or nine , They gied me rings and ribbons fine ; And I ...
... WIFE AYONT THE FIRE . THERE Cart rins rowing to the fea , WBy mony a flow'r and fpreading tree , There lives a lad , the lad for me , He is a gallant failor . Oh I had wooers , eight or nine , They gied me rings and ribbons fine ; And I ...
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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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