Poems and songs complete. (Notes by W.S. Douglas, and life by prof. Nichol. Edinb. illustr. ed.).1896 |
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... tell the world that I glory in the title . I come to congratulate my Country that the blood of her ancient heroes still runs uncontaminated ; and that from your courage , knowledge , and public spirit , she may expect pro- tection ...
... tell the world that I glory in the title . I come to congratulate my Country that the blood of her ancient heroes still runs uncontaminated ; and that from your courage , knowledge , and public spirit , she may expect pro- tection ...
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... tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man ; For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor hae't in her power to say na , man : For though I be poor ...
... tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man ; For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor hae't in her power to say na , man : For though I be poor ...
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... tell thee that I lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee : I vow and swear I dinna care , How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt ay sae free informing me , Thou hast nae mind to marry ; I'll be as free ...
... tell thee that I lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee : I vow and swear I dinna care , How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt ay sae free informing me , Thou hast nae mind to marry ; I'll be as free ...
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... Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear¶ as buy a sheep— O , bid him never tie them mair , Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , An ' let them wander at their will : * hoof . † cast . fell ...
... Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear¶ as buy a sheep— O , bid him never tie them mair , Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , An ' let them wander at their will : * hoof . † cast . fell ...
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... Tell him , he was a Master kin ' , An ' ay was guid to me an ' mine ; An ' now my dying charge I gie him , My helpless lambs , I trust them wi ' him . " O , bid him save their harmless lives , Frae dogs , an ' tods , * an ' butchers ...
... Tell him , he was a Master kin ' , An ' ay was guid to me an ' mine ; An ' now my dying charge I gie him , My helpless lambs , I trust them wi ' him . " O , bid him save their harmless lives , Frae dogs , an ' tods , * an ' butchers ...
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aboon Amang auld baith Ballochmyle bard blest bonie lass braw brunstane Burns canna cauld Cessnock charms dear death deil dinna e'en e'er EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair faith Farewell fear Findlay frae Gavin Hamilton gies guid hae seen hame heart Heaven herds Highland holy honest honor ither Jean John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Kilmarnock volume kirk laird lassie Lord Mauchline maun mony Mossgiel muckle muse mutchkin nae mair naething ne'er Netherplace never night o'er plough poem poet poet's poison'd poor pow'r pride rantin rhyme rigs ROBERT BURNS Robin rovin Scotland sing skelpin song stanza sweet taen Tarbolton tell thee thegither There's Thou thro twa sparkling rogueish unco verse warl weary weel Whitefoord Whyles Willie winna Ye'll ye're young
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