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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... meet and weet our whistle , Tak this excuse for nae epistle . ROBERT BURNS . ADDRESS OF BEELZEBUB TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE HIGHLAND SOCIETY . LONG life , my Lord , an ' health be yours , Unskaith'd by hunger'd Highland boors ; Lord grant ...
... meet and weet our whistle , Tak this excuse for nae epistle . ROBERT BURNS . ADDRESS OF BEELZEBUB TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE HIGHLAND SOCIETY . LONG life , my Lord , an ' health be yours , Unskaith'd by hunger'd Highland boors ; Lord grant ...
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... meet you , An ' in my house at hame to greet you ; Wi ' common lords ye shanna mingle , The benmost neuk beside the ingle , At my right han ' assign'd your seat ' Tween Herod's hip an ' Polycrate , — Or if you on your station tarrow ...
... meet you , An ' in my house at hame to greet you ; Wi ' common lords ye shanna mingle , The benmost neuk beside the ingle , At my right han ' assign'd your seat ' Tween Herod's hip an ' Polycrate , — Or if you on your station tarrow ...
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... meet thee with an undaunted mind.- ' I BURN , I BURN ? ' I BURN , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn , By driving ... meets my sinking eye ; I dare not combat - but I turn and fly ; Conscience in vain upbraids th ' unhallowed fire ...
... meet thee with an undaunted mind.- ' I BURN , I BURN ? ' I BURN , I burn , as when thro ' ripen'd corn , By driving ... meets my sinking eye ; I dare not combat - but I turn and fly ; Conscience in vain upbraids th ' unhallowed fire ...
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... meet , With decency and law beneath his feet , Nor Insolence assumes fair Freedom's name ; Like Caledonians , you applaud or blame . O Thou , dread Power ! whose empire - giving hand Has oft been stretch'd to shield the honour'd land ...
... meet , With decency and law beneath his feet , Nor Insolence assumes fair Freedom's name ; Like Caledonians , you applaud or blame . O Thou , dread Power ! whose empire - giving hand Has oft been stretch'd to shield the honour'd land ...
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... meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. In mirkest glen , at midnight hour , I'd rove , and ne'er be eerie O If thro ' that glen I gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne'er ...
... meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. In mirkest glen , at midnight hour , I'd rove , and ne'er be eerie O If thro ' that glen I gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Altho ' the night were ne'er sae wild , And I were ne'er ...
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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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