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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... grave ! An Angel could not die . FRAGMENT . Now health forsakes that angel face , Nae mair my Dearie smiles ; Pale sickness withers ilka grace , And a ' my hopes beguiles . The cruel powers reject the prayer I hourly mak for 42 The Poems.
... grave ! An Angel could not die . FRAGMENT . Now health forsakes that angel face , Nae mair my Dearie smiles ; Pale sickness withers ilka grace , And a ' my hopes beguiles . The cruel powers reject the prayer I hourly mak for 42 The Poems.
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... 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 sae wearie O , I'd meet thee on the lea ...
... 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 sae wearie O , I'd meet thee on the lea ...
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... dearie O. AULD ROB MORRIS . THERE'S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen , He's the king o'gude fellows and wale of auld men ; He has gowd in his coffers , he has owsen and kine , And ae bonie lassie , his darling and mine . She's ...
... dearie O. AULD ROB MORRIS . THERE'S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen , He's the king o'gude fellows and wale of auld men ; He has gowd in his coffers , he has owsen and kine , And ae bonie lassie , his darling and mine . She's ...
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... dearie ; The sillie bogles , wealth and state , Can never make them eerie . O why should fate sic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining ? GALLA WATER . THERE'S ...
... dearie ; The sillie bogles , wealth and state , Can never make them eerie . O why should fate sic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining ? GALLA WATER . THERE'S ...
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... dearie , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee ; Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie , The simmer to nature , my Willie to me ...
... dearie , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee ; Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie , The simmer to nature , my Willie to me ...
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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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