Burns, Ramsay and the Earlier Poets of Scotland ; to which is Added, Ancient Ballads and Songs, Том 2Allan Cunningham, Charles Mackay 1879 |
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... thro ' , ca ' thro ' The Gallant Weaver The Deuks dang o'er my Daddie 197 • Thou hast left me ever , Jamie . 197 Auld Lang Syne 198 Where are the joys I have met in the 198 morning 198 Deluded Swain , the pleasure 199 Nancy · 199 199 ...
... thro ' , ca ' thro ' The Gallant Weaver The Deuks dang o'er my Daddie 197 • Thou hast left me ever , Jamie . 197 Auld Lang Syne 198 Where are the joys I have met in the 198 morning 198 Deluded Swain , the pleasure 199 Nancy · 199 199 ...
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... thro ' slaps , an ' reave an ' steal At stacks o ' pease , or stocks o ' kail . So may they , like their great forbears , For monie a year come thro ' the sheers ; So wives will gie them bits o ' bread , An ' bairns greet for them when ...
... thro ' slaps , an ' reave an ' steal At stacks o ' pease , or stocks o ' kail . So may they , like their great forbears , For monie a year come thro ' the sheers ; So wives will gie them bits o ' bread , An ' bairns greet for them when ...
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... thro ' wet an ' dry Wi ' never - ceasing toil ; Think ye , are we less blest than they Wha scarcely tent us in their way As hardly worth their while ? Alas ! how aft , in haughty mood God's creatures they oppress ! Or else , neglecting ...
... thro ' wet an ' dry Wi ' never - ceasing toil ; Think ye , are we less blest than they Wha scarcely tent us in their way As hardly worth their while ? Alas ! how aft , in haughty mood God's creatures they oppress ! Or else , neglecting ...
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... thro ' the weary widdle O ' war❜ly cares , Till bairns ' bairns kindly cuddle Your auld , gray hairs . But DAVIE , lad , I'm red ye're glaikit ; I'm tauld the Muse ye hae negleckit ; An ' gif it's sae , ye sud be licket Until ye fyke ...
... thro ' the weary widdle O ' war❜ly cares , Till bairns ' bairns kindly cuddle Your auld , gray hairs . But DAVIE , lad , I'm red ye're glaikit ; I'm tauld the Muse ye hae negleckit ; An ' gif it's sae , ye sud be licket Until ye fyke ...
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... thro ' the boortries comin , Wi ' heavy groan . Ae dreary , windy , winter night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel , I gat a fright Ayont the lough . Ye , like a rash - buss , stood in sight , Wi ' waving ...
... thro ' the boortries comin , Wi ' heavy groan . Ae dreary , windy , winter night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel , I gat a fright Ayont the lough . Ye , like a rash - buss , stood in sight , Wi ' waving ...
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Чести термини и фразе
amang auld baith banks bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blest bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw brother charms dear death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fear feelings Fintry flowers frae Gavin Hamilton genius grace hame hand heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour Jacobitism John Kilmarnock kirk laddie lady laird lass lassie Lord Mauchline maun mind mony Mossgiel mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night noble o'er owre pleasure plough poem poet poet's poetic poor pride rhyme roar Robert Burns says Scotland Scottish Shanter sing skelpin song soul strain sweet Tarbolton taste tear tell thee There's thou thro unco verses weary weel whistle Whyles wild Willie ye'll ye're young
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