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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... true ? Our force united on thy foes we'll turn , And dare the war with all of woman born : For who can write and speak as thou and I ? My periods that decyphering defy , And thy still matchless tongue that conquers all reply . ON A ...
... true ? Our force united on thy foes we'll turn , And dare the war with all of woman born : For who can write and speak as thou and I ? My periods that decyphering defy , And thy still matchless tongue that conquers all reply . ON A ...
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... true good fallow Wi ' right ingine , And spunkie ance to make us mellow , And then we'll shine . Now if ye're ane o ' warl's folk , Wha rate the wearer by the cloak , An ' sklent on poverty their joke , Wi ' bitter sneer , Wi ' you no ...
... true good fallow Wi ' right ingine , And spunkie ance to make us mellow , And then we'll shine . Now if ye're ane o ' warl's folk , Wha rate the wearer by the cloak , An ' sklent on poverty their joke , Wi ' bitter sneer , Wi ' you no ...
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... true , Even our faes maun allow , And your friends daurna say ye hae mair , Cessnockside , And your friends daurna say ye hae mair . Daddie Auld , Daddie Auld , There's a tod i ' the fauld , A tod meikle waur than the clerk ; Tho ' ye ...
... true , Even our faes maun allow , And your friends daurna say ye hae mair , Cessnockside , And your friends daurna say ye hae mair . Daddie Auld , Daddie Auld , There's a tod i ' the fauld , A tod meikle waur than the clerk ; Tho ' ye ...
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... true ' Loyal Natives , ' attend to my song , In uproar and riot rejoice the night long ; From envy and hatred your corps is exempt ; But where is your shield from the darts of contempt ? REMORSE . Of all the numerous ills that hurt our ...
... true ' Loyal Natives , ' attend to my song , In uproar and riot rejoice the night long ; From envy and hatred your corps is exempt ; But where is your shield from the darts of contempt ? REMORSE . Of all the numerous ills that hurt our ...
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... true he tell'd me , ' But what the matter ? ' Quo ' I , ' I fear unless ye geld me , I'll ne'er be better . ' ' Geld you ! ' quo ' he , ' and whatfore no ? If that your right hand , leg or toe , Should ever prove your sp'ritual foe ...
... true he tell'd me , ' But what the matter ? ' Quo ' I , ' I fear unless ye geld me , I'll ne'er be better . ' ' Geld you ! ' quo ' he , ' and whatfore no ? If that your right hand , leg or toe , Should ever prove your sp'ritual foe ...
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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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Página 135 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 202 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
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Página 130 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 204 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...