The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Том 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... owre hip as ye can draw't , Tho ' I should rue it . ' Or gin ye like to end the bother , To please us a ' , I've just ae ither , When next wi ' yon lass I forgather , Whate'er betide it , I'll frankly gi'e her't a ' thegither , An ' let ...
... owre hip as ye can draw't , Tho ' I should rue it . ' Or gin ye like to end the bother , To please us a ' , I've just ae ither , When next wi ' yon lass I forgather , Whate'er betide it , I'll frankly gi'e her't a ' thegither , An ' let ...
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... owre far for thrice , Yet never met with that surprise That broke my rest , But now a rumour's like to rise , A whaup's i ' the nest . ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD GALLOWAY . WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair ? Flit , Galloway ...
... owre far for thrice , Yet never met with that surprise That broke my rest , But now a rumour's like to rise , A whaup's i ' the nest . ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD GALLOWAY . WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair ? Flit , Galloway ...
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... owre a linn , man ; The Bench sae wise , lift up their eyes , Half - wauken'd wi ' the din , man . LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF THE CELEBRATED MISS BURNS . CEASE , ye prudes , your envious railing , Lovely Burns has charms ...
... owre a linn , man ; The Bench sae wise , lift up their eyes , Half - wauken'd wi ' the din , man . LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF THE CELEBRATED MISS BURNS . CEASE , ye prudes , your envious railing , Lovely Burns has charms ...
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... Owre fast for thought , owre hot for rule , Owre blate to seek , owre proud to snool , Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool , And drap a tear . Is there a Bard of rustic song , Who , noteless , steals the crowds among ...
... Owre fast for thought , owre hot for rule , Owre blate to seek , owre proud to snool , Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool , And drap a tear . Is there a Bard of rustic song , Who , noteless , steals the crowds among ...
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... care , I gaed to the tryste o ' Dalgarnock , And wha but my fine fickle lover was there , I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock , a warlock , I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock . But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink 118 The Songs.
... care , I gaed to the tryste o ' Dalgarnock , And wha but my fine fickle lover was there , I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock , a warlock , I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock . But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink 118 The Songs.
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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