The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life , and a Criticism on His Writing. To which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Volume 4T. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... young , fair Friend , " LXXVIII . Mr. T. to Mr. B. introducing Dr. Brianton ,. LXXIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. " Forlorn my love , no comfort near , " · · LXXX . Mr. B. to Mr.T. " Last May a braw 1 wooer cam down the lang glen . " - " Why ...
... young , fair Friend , " LXXVIII . Mr. T. to Mr. B. introducing Dr. Brianton ,. LXXIX . Mr. B. to Mr. T. " Forlorn my love , no comfort near , " · · LXXX . Mr. B. to Mr.T. " Last May a braw 1 wooer cam down the lang glen . " - " Why ...
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... Young Highland Rover 275 Then Guidwife count the Lawin • 311 To a Gentleman who had sent a Newspaper , and offered to con- tinue it To a Gentleman whom he had offended To Miss Jessy L- To Mr. Mitchell · • To R. Graham , Esq . on ...
... Young Highland Rover 275 Then Guidwife count the Lawin • 311 To a Gentleman who had sent a Newspaper , and offered to con- tinue it To a Gentleman whom he had offended To Miss Jessy L- To Mr. Mitchell · • To R. Graham , Esq . on ...
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... young They snool me sair , and haud me down 300 • 228 · 25 31 79 • 352 315 Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling • 273 Thine am I , my faithful fair 138 Thine be the volumes , Jessy fair 381 This day , Time winds th ' exhausted chain 363 ...
... young They snool me sair , and haud me down 300 • 228 · 25 31 79 • 352 315 Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling • 273 Thine am I , my faithful fair 138 Thine be the volumes , Jessy fair 381 This day , Time winds th ' exhausted chain 363 ...
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... young , fair friend To Crochallan came " Twas na ' her bonnie blue e'e was my ruin • " True hearted was he , the sad swain o ' the Yarrow Turn again , thou fair Eliza What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie When Death's dark ...
... young , fair friend To Crochallan came " Twas na ' her bonnie blue e'e was my ruin • " True hearted was he , the sad swain o ' the Yarrow Turn again , thou fair Eliza What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie When Death's dark ...
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... young JESSIE seek Scotland all over ; To equal young JESSIE you seek it in vain ; Grace , beauty , and elegance , fetter her lover , And maidenly modesty fixes the chain . O , fresh is the rose in the gay , dewy morning , And sweet is ...
... young JESSIE seek Scotland all over ; To equal young JESSIE you seek it in vain ; Grace , beauty , and elegance , fetter her lover , And maidenly modesty fixes the chain . O , fresh is the rose in the gay , dewy morning , And sweet is ...
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter amang anec anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blithe bonnie bosom braes BURNS Caledonia Cauld charming Chloris CHORUS claute Coila Dainty Davie dear Sir dearest dearie Deil delight Dumfries Duncan Gray Ecclefechan Edinburgh English song English verses fair favourite fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart heaven Highland John Anderson lass lassie Lassie wi lea-rig Leiger lines lo'es Lord Gregory lover mair Mary maun melodies merit Mill mony muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry poor Rob Morris Saw ye Scots Scottish singing stanza suit sung sweet syne taste tell thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie wilt thou young JESSIE
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