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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... VERSES . YE sons of sedition , give ear to my song , Let Syme , Burns , and Maxwell pervade every throng , With Crackn the attorney , and Mundell the quack , Send Willie the monger to hell with a smack . These verses were handed over ...
... VERSES . YE sons of sedition , give ear to my song , Let Syme , Burns , and Maxwell pervade every throng , With Crackn the attorney , and Mundell the quack , Send Willie the monger to hell with a smack . These verses were handed over ...
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... VERSES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE INN AT CARRON . WE came na here to view your In hopes to be mair wise , But only , lest we gang to hell , It may be nae surprise . But when we tirl'd at your door , warks Your porter dought na hear us ...
... VERSES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE INN AT CARRON . WE came na here to view your In hopes to be mair wise , But only , lest we gang to hell , It may be nae surprise . But when we tirl'd at your door , warks Your porter dought na hear us ...
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... AFTER THE POET'S DECEASE . HE who of Rankine sang , lies stiff and dead ; And a green grassy hillock hides his head ; Alas ! alas ! a devilish change indeed ! VERSES ADDRESSED TO 7. RANKINE , ON HIS WRITING TO of Burns . 59.
... AFTER THE POET'S DECEASE . HE who of Rankine sang , lies stiff and dead ; And a green grassy hillock hides his head ; Alas ! alas ! a devilish change indeed ! VERSES ADDRESSED TO 7. RANKINE , ON HIS WRITING TO of Burns . 59.
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... VERSES ADDRESSED TO 7. RANKINE , ON HIS WRITING TO THE POET , THAT A GIRL IN THAT PART OF THE COUNTRY WAS WITH CHILD TO HIM . I AM a keeper of the law In some sma ' points , altho ' not a ' ; Some people tell me gin I fa ' , Ae way or ...
... VERSES ADDRESSED TO 7. RANKINE , ON HIS WRITING TO THE POET , THAT A GIRL IN THAT PART OF THE COUNTRY WAS WITH CHILD TO HIM . I AM a keeper of the law In some sma ' points , altho ' not a ' ; Some people tell me gin I fa ' , Ae way or ...
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... VERSES TO J. RANKINE . AE day , as Death , that grusome carl , Was driving to the tither warl ' A mixtie - maxtie motley squad , And monie a guilt - bespotted lad ; Black gowns of each denomination , And thieves of every rank and ...
... VERSES TO J. RANKINE . AE day , as Death , that grusome carl , Was driving to the tither warl ' A mixtie - maxtie motley squad , And monie a guilt - bespotted lad ; Black gowns of each denomination , And thieves of every rank and ...
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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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