The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Volume 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... FAREWELL . FAREWELL , dear Friend ! may guid luck hit you , And , mang her favourites admit you ! If e'er Detraction shore to smit you , May nane believe him ! And ony De'il that thinks to get you , Good Lord deceive him . THE FAREWELL ...
... FAREWELL . FAREWELL , dear Friend ! may guid luck hit you , And , mang her favourites admit you ! If e'er Detraction shore to smit you , May nane believe him ! And ony De'il that thinks to get you , Good Lord deceive him . THE FAREWELL ...
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... FAREWELL . FAREWELL , old Scotia's bleak domains , Far dearer than the torrid plains Where rich ananas blow ! Farewell , a mother's blessing dear ! A brother's sigh ! a sister's tear ! My Jean's heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my ...
... FAREWELL . FAREWELL , old Scotia's bleak domains , Far dearer than the torrid plains Where rich ananas blow ! Farewell , a mother's blessing dear ! A brother's sigh ! a sister's tear ! My Jean's heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my ...
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... FAREWELL ΤΟ BANFF , OR ETTRICK BANKS . ' ' TWAS even the dewy fields were green , On every blade the pearls hang ; The Zephyrs wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the Mavis sang , All nature ...
... FAREWELL ΤΟ BANFF , OR ETTRICK BANKS . ' ' TWAS even the dewy fields were green , On every blade the pearls hang ; The Zephyrs wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the Mavis sang , All nature ...
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... FAREWELL , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies , Now gay with the bright setting sun ! Farewell , loves and friendships , ye dear , tender ties , Our race of existence is run ! Thou grim King of Terrors , thou life's gloomy ...
... FAREWELL , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies , Now gay with the bright setting sun ! Farewell , loves and friendships , ye dear , tender ties , Our race of existence is run ! Thou grim King of Terrors , thou life's gloomy ...
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... The wan moon is setting behind the white wave , And time is setting with me , Oh ! False friends , false love , farewell ! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them , nor thee , Oh ! She has open'd the door , she has open'd it 86 The Songs.
... The wan moon is setting behind the white wave , And time is setting with me , Oh ! False friends , false love , farewell ! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them , nor thee , Oh ! She has open'd the door , she has open'd it 86 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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