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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... tune , And screw your temper - pins aboon A fifth or mair , The melancholious , lazie croon , O ' cankrie care . May still your life from day to day Nae ' lente largo ' in the play , But ' allegretto forte ' gay Harmonious flow A ...
... tune , And screw your temper - pins aboon A fifth or mair , The melancholious , lazie croon , O ' cankrie care . May still your life from day to day Nae ' lente largo ' in the play , But ' allegretto forte ' gay Harmonious flow A ...
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... , But Folly has raptures to give . EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION . TUNE - ' KILLIECRANKIE . ' LORD ADVOCATE . HE clench'd his pamphlets in his fist , He quoted and he hinted , Till in a declamation - mist , His argument he 64 The Poems.
... , But Folly has raptures to give . EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION . TUNE - ' KILLIECRANKIE . ' LORD ADVOCATE . HE clench'd his pamphlets in his fist , He quoted and he hinted , Till in a declamation - mist , His argument he 64 The Poems.
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... TUNE I HAD A HORSE . " O POORTITH cauld , and restless love , Ye wreck my peace between ye ; Yet poortith a ' I could forgive , An ' ' t werena for my Jeanie . O why should fate sic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or ...
... TUNE I HAD A HORSE . " O POORTITH cauld , and restless love , Ye wreck my peace between ye ; Yet poortith a ' I could forgive , An ' ' t werena for my Jeanie . O why should fate sic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or ...
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... , and minds na his Nannie , Flow still between us , thou wide - roaring main ; May I never see it , may I never trow it , But , dying , believe that my Willie's my ain . LOGAN BRAES . TUNE- LOGAN WATER . ' O LOGAN 888 The Songs.
... , and minds na his Nannie , Flow still between us , thou wide - roaring main ; May I never see it , may I never trow it , But , dying , believe that my Willie's my ain . LOGAN BRAES . TUNE- LOGAN WATER . ' O LOGAN 888 The Songs.
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... TUNE - ROBIN ADAIR . ' WHILE larks with little wing Fann'd the pure air , Tasting the breathing spring , Forth I did fare : Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high ; Such thy morn ! did I cry , Phillis the fair . In each ...
... TUNE - ROBIN ADAIR . ' WHILE larks with little wing Fann'd the pure air , Tasting the breathing spring , Forth I did fare : Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high ; Such thy morn ! did I cry , Phillis the fair . In each ...
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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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