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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... round With Cyclopean fury . Miller brought up th ' artillery ranks , The many - pounders of the Banks , Resistless desolation ! While Maxwelton , that baron bold , ' Mid Lawson's port entrench'd his hold , And threaten'd worse damnation ...
... round With Cyclopean fury . Miller brought up th ' artillery ranks , The many - pounders of the Banks , Resistless desolation ! While Maxwelton , that baron bold , ' Mid Lawson's port entrench'd his hold , And threaten'd worse damnation ...
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... round . The next in succession , I'll give you the King , Whoe'er would betray him , on high may he swing ! And here's the grand fabric , our free Constitution , As built on the base of the great Revolution ; And longer with Politics ...
... round . The next in succession , I'll give you the King , Whoe'er would betray him , on high may he swing ! And here's the grand fabric , our free Constitution , As built on the base of the great Revolution ; And longer with Politics ...
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... round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the Mavis sang , All nature listening seem'd the while : Except where green - wood echoes rang , Amang the braes o ' Ballochmyle . With careless step I onward stray'd ...
... round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the Mavis sang , All nature listening seem'd the while : Except where green - wood echoes rang , Amang the braes o ' Ballochmyle . With careless step I onward stray'd ...
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... round the breathing flowers ; Blithe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of joy : My soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan Braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her ...
... round the breathing flowers ; Blithe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are tears of joy : My soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan Braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her ...
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... round your midnight bed Horrid sprites shall haunt you . ' I'll wed another , like my dear Nancy , Nancy ; Then all hell will fly for fear , My spouse , Nancy . ' DELUDED SWAIN . TUNE- THE COLLIER'S DOCHTER . ' DELUDED Swain , the ...
... round your midnight bed Horrid sprites shall haunt you . ' I'll wed another , like my dear Nancy , Nancy ; Then all hell will fly for fear , My spouse , Nancy . ' DELUDED SWAIN . TUNE- THE COLLIER'S DOCHTER . ' DELUDED Swain , the ...
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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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