The Songs of Robert BurnsDonald Low Routledge, 16. 8. 2005. - 976 страница In this definitive work for our generation, Donald Low brings together, for the first time, the words and tunes of all Burns' known songs, both `polite' and bawdy. |
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... Thro ' the woods the whirl- winds rave ; Trees with ag - èd arms were war - ring , O'er the swell - ing , drum- lie wave . I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam ; List'ning to the wild birds singing , By a ...
... Thro ' the woods the whirl- winds rave ; Trees with ag - èd arms were war - ring , O'er the swell - ing , drum- lie wave . I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam ; List'ning to the wild birds singing , By a ...
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... thro ' the braes . One night as I did wander , When corn begins to shoot , I sat me down to ponder Upon an auld tree root : Auld Aire ran by before me , 5 And bicker'd to the seas ; A cushat crouded o'er me That echoed thro ' the braes ...
... thro ' the braes . One night as I did wander , When corn begins to shoot , I sat me down to ponder Upon an auld tree root : Auld Aire ran by before me , 5 And bicker'd to the seas ; A cushat crouded o'er me That echoed thro ' the braes ...
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... thro me the bar ley . Corn rigs , an ' barley rigs , An ' COFIT rigs are bon ie : I'll ne'er for - get that hap py night , A- the wi ' An It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are. mang rigs nie . ' The sweeping blast , the sky o ...
... thro me the bar ley . Corn rigs , an ' barley rigs , An ' COFIT rigs are bon ie : I'll ne'er for - get that hap py night , A- the wi ' An It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are. mang rigs nie . ' The sweeping blast , the sky o ...
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... thro' the barley. Chorus Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An' corn rigs are bonie: 10 I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi' Annie. The sky was blue, the wind was still, The moon was shining clearly; I set her down, wi' right ...
... thro' the barley. Chorus Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An' corn rigs are bonie: 10 I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi' Annie. The sky was blue, the wind was still, The moon was shining clearly; I set her down, wi' right ...
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... thro' life I'm doom'd to wander, O Till down my weary bones I lay in everlasting slumber; O No view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow; O I live today as well's I may, regardless of tomorrow, O But chearful still ...
... thro' life I'm doom'd to wander, O Till down my weary bones I lay in everlasting slumber; O No view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow; O I live today as well's I may, regardless of tomorrow, O But chearful still ...
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