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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... o'er , Flutt'ring an ' gaspin in her gore : Sae shortly you shall see me bright , A burning an ' a shining light . My heart - warm love to guid auld Glen , The ace an ' wale of honest men : When bending down wi ' auld grey hairs ...
... o'er , Flutt'ring an ' gaspin in her gore : Sae shortly you shall see me bright , A burning an ' a shining light . My heart - warm love to guid auld Glen , The ace an ' wale of honest men : When bending down wi ' auld grey hairs ...
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... O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg , And ye shall see me try him . I'll sing the zeal Drumlanrig bears Who left the all - important cares Of princes and their darlings ; And , bent on winning borough towns , Came shaking hands wi ' wabster ...
... O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg , And ye shall see me try him . I'll sing the zeal Drumlanrig bears Who left the all - important cares Of princes and their darlings ; And , bent on winning borough towns , Came shaking hands wi ' wabster ...
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... o'er each ardent Whig Beneath Drumlanrig's banner Heroes and heroines commix , All in the field of politics , To win immortal honour . M'Murdo and his lovely spouse , ( Th ' enamour'd laurels kiss her brows ! ) Led on the loves and ...
... o'er each ardent Whig Beneath Drumlanrig's banner Heroes and heroines commix , All in the field of politics , To win immortal honour . M'Murdo and his lovely spouse , ( Th ' enamour'd laurels kiss her brows ! ) Led on the loves and ...
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... o'er the field the combat burns , The Tories , Whigs , give way by turns ; But Fate the word has spoken For woman's wit and strength o ' man , Alas ! can do but what they can ! The Tory ranks are broken . O that my een were flowing ...
... o'er the field the combat burns , The Tories , Whigs , give way by turns ; But Fate the word has spoken For woman's wit and strength o ' man , Alas ! can do but what they can ! The Tory ranks are broken . O that my een were flowing ...
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... o'er her auld brown nose ! Was it for this , wi ' canny care , Thou bure the Bard through many a shire ? At howes or hillocks never stumbled , And late or early never grumbled ? - O , had I power like inclination , I'd heeze thee up a ...
... o'er her auld brown nose ! Was it for this , wi ' canny care , Thou bure the Bard through many a shire ? At howes or hillocks never stumbled , And late or early never grumbled ? - O , had I power like inclination , I'd heeze thee up a ...
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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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