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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... King o ' the brutes , Davie Bluster , If the ass were the King o ' the brutes . Muirland George , Muirland George , Whom the Lord made a scourge , To claw common sense for her sins ; If ill manners were wit There's no mortal so fit , To ...
... King o ' the brutes , Davie Bluster , If the ass were the King o ' the brutes . Muirland George , Muirland George , Whom the Lord made a scourge , To claw common sense for her sins ; If ill manners were wit There's no mortal so fit , To ...
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... King David o ' poetic brief , Wrought ' mang the lasses such mischief As fill'd his after life wi ' grief An ' bloody rants , An yet he's rank'd amang the chief O ' lang - syne saunts . And maybe , Tam , for a ' my cants , My wicked ...
... King David o ' poetic brief , Wrought ' mang the lasses such mischief As fill'd his after life wi ' grief An ' bloody rants , An yet he's rank'd amang the chief O ' lang - syne saunts . And maybe , Tam , for a ' my cants , My wicked ...
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... King's most humble servant I , Can scarcely spare a minute ; But I'll be wi ' ye by an ' bye ; Or else the Deil's be in it . My bottle is my holy pool , That heals the wounds o ' care an ' dool , And pleasure is a wanton trout , An ' ye ...
... King's most humble servant I , Can scarcely spare a minute ; But I'll be wi ' ye by an ' bye ; Or else the Deil's be in it . My bottle is my holy pool , That heals the wounds o ' care an ' dool , And pleasure is a wanton trout , An ' ye ...
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... King , Whoe'er would betray him , on high may he swing ! And here's the grand fabric , our free Constitution , As built on the base of the great Revolution ; And longer with Politics , not to be cramm'd , Be Anarchy curs'd , and be ...
... King , Whoe'er would betray him , on high may he swing ! And here's the grand fabric , our free Constitution , As built on the base of the great Revolution ; And longer with Politics , not to be cramm'd , Be Anarchy curs'd , and be ...
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... , Life - giving war of Venus . The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty , I'm better pleased to make one more , Than be the death of twenty . LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW , AT THE KING'S ARMS of Burns . 63 LINES ...
... , Life - giving war of Venus . The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty , I'm better pleased to make one more , Than be the death of twenty . LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW , AT THE KING'S ARMS of Burns . 63 LINES ...
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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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