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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... frae me , wi ' chiels be cautious , For , faith , they'll aiblins fin ' them fashous : To grant a heart is fairly civil , But to grant a maidenhead's the devil.- An ' lastly , Jamie , for yoursel , May guardian angels tak a spell , An ...
... frae me , wi ' chiels be cautious , For , faith , they'll aiblins fin ' them fashous : To grant a heart is fairly civil , But to grant a maidenhead's the devil.- An ' lastly , Jamie , for yoursel , May guardian angels tak a spell , An ...
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... Frae eenin ' till the cock did craw ; And aye the o'erword o ' the spring , Was Irvine's bairns are bonie a ' . ORTHODOX , ORTHODOX . A SECOND VERSION OF THE KIRK'S ALARM . ORTHODOX , orthodox , Who believe in John Knox , Let me sound ...
... Frae eenin ' till the cock did craw ; And aye the o'erword o ' the spring , Was Irvine's bairns are bonie a ' . ORTHODOX , ORTHODOX . A SECOND VERSION OF THE KIRK'S ALARM . ORTHODOX , orthodox , Who believe in John Knox , Let me sound ...
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... Can please a lassie better . The lav'rock lo'es the grass , The muirhen lo'es the heather ; But gie me a braw moonlight , And me and my love together . LASS , when your mither is frae hame , Might 48 The Poems FRAGMENTS. ...
... Can please a lassie better . The lav'rock lo'es the grass , The muirhen lo'es the heather ; But gie me a braw moonlight , And me and my love together . LASS , when your mither is frae hame , Might 48 The Poems FRAGMENTS. ...
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... frae hame , Might I but be sae bauld As come to your bower - window , And creep in frae the cauld , As come to your bower - window , And when it's cauld and wat , Warm me in thy sweet bosom ; Fair lass , wilt thou do that ? Young man ...
... frae hame , Might I but be sae bauld As come to your bower - window , And creep in frae the cauld , As come to your bower - window , And when it's cauld and wat , Warm me in thy sweet bosom ; Fair lass , wilt thou do that ? Young man ...
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... ails ye now , ye lousie bitch , To thresh my back at sic a pitch ? Losh , man ! hae mercy wi ' your natch , Your bodkin's bauld , I didna suffer ha'f sae much Frae Daddie Auld . What tho ' at times when I grow crouse , 52 The Poems.
... ails ye now , ye lousie bitch , To thresh my back at sic a pitch ? Losh , man ! hae mercy wi ' your natch , Your bodkin's bauld , I didna suffer ha'f sae much Frae Daddie Auld . What tho ' at times when I grow crouse , 52 The Poems.
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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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