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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... leave , A toom tar - barrel An ' twa red peats wad send relief , An ' end the quarrel . LETTER TO JAMES TAIT , GLENCONNOR . AULD Comrade dear and brither sinner , How's a ' the folk about Glenconnor ; How do you this blae eastlin wind ...
... leave , A toom tar - barrel An ' twa red peats wad send relief , An ' end the quarrel . LETTER TO JAMES TAIT , GLENCONNOR . AULD Comrade dear and brither sinner , How's a ' the folk about Glenconnor ; How do you this blae eastlin wind ...
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... leaves the tartan'd lines , For other wars , where he a hero shines : The hopeful youth , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is ...
... leaves the tartan'd lines , For other wars , where he a hero shines : The hopeful youth , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is ...
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... leave to dwell : Man ! cruel man ! ' the genius sighed- As through the cliffs he sank him down- ' The worm that gnawed my bonie trees , That reptile wears a ducal crown . ' EPISTLE TO MAJOR LOGAN . HAIL , thairm - inspirin ' , rattlin ...
... leave to dwell : Man ! cruel man ! ' the genius sighed- As through the cliffs he sank him down- ' The worm that gnawed my bonie trees , That reptile wears a ducal crown . ' EPISTLE TO MAJOR LOGAN . HAIL , thairm - inspirin ' , rattlin ...
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... is with heresy cramm'd ; Then lug out your ladle , Deal brimstone like aidle , And roar every note o ' the damn'd , Rumble John , And roar every note o ' the damn'd . Simper James , Simper James , Leave the fair Killie 28 The Poems.
... is with heresy cramm'd ; Then lug out your ladle , Deal brimstone like aidle , And roar every note o ' the damn'd , Rumble John , And roar every note o ' the damn'd . Simper James , Simper James , Leave the fair Killie 28 The Poems.
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... Leave the fair Killie dames , There's a holier chase in your view ; I'll lay on your head , That the pack ye'll soon lead , For puppies like you there's but few , Simper James , For puppies like you there's but few . Singet Sawnie ...
... Leave the fair Killie dames , There's a holier chase in your view ; I'll lay on your head , That the pack ye'll soon lead , For puppies like you there's but few , Simper James , For puppies like you there's but few . Singet Sawnie ...
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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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