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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... braes ? Was it the bitter eastern blast , That scatters blight in early spring ? Or was't the wil'fire scorched their boughs , Or canker - worm wi ' secret sting ? ' ' Nae eastlin blast , ' the sprite replied ; ' It blew na here sae ...
... braes ? Was it the bitter eastern blast , That scatters blight in early spring ? Or was't the wil'fire scorched their boughs , Or canker - worm wi ' secret sting ? ' ' Nae eastlin blast , ' the sprite replied ; ' It blew na here sae ...
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... braes o ' Couper , Bare her leg and bright her een , And handsome ilka bit about her . Weel I wat she was a quean Wad made a body's mouth to water ; Our Mess John , wi ' his lyart pow , His haly lips wad lickit at her . O WAT ye what my ...
... braes o ' Couper , Bare her leg and bright her een , And handsome ilka bit about her . Weel I wat she was a quean Wad made a body's mouth to water ; Our Mess John , wi ' his lyart pow , His haly lips wad lickit at her . O WAT ye what my ...
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... braes o ' Gemappe , E'en let him come out as he dowe . O THOU , in whom we live and move , Who mad'st the sea and shore ; Thy goodness constantly we prove , And grateful would adore . And if it please thee , pow'r above , Still grant us ...
... braes o ' Gemappe , E'en let him come out as he dowe . O THOU , in whom we live and move , Who mad'st the sea and shore ; Thy goodness constantly we prove , And grateful would adore . And if it please thee , pow'r above , Still grant us ...
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... braes o ' Ballochmyle . With careless step I onward stray'd , My heart rejoic'd in nature's joy , When musing in a lonely glade , A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like nature's vernal smile ...
... braes o ' Ballochmyle . With careless step I onward stray'd , My heart rejoic'd in nature's joy , When musing in a lonely glade , A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like nature's vernal smile ...
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... braes , That wander thro ' the blooming heather ; But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws , Can match the lads o ' Galla Water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Aboon 84 The Songs.
... braes , That wander thro ' the blooming heather ; But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws , Can match the lads o ' Galla Water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Aboon 84 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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