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Twas even , the dewy fields were green , On ilka blade the pearls hang ; The
zephyr wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In ev'ry
glen the mavis sang ; All nature list'ning seem'd the while , Except where
greenwood ...
Twas even , the dewy fields were green , On ilka blade the pearls hang ; The
zephyr wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In ev'ry
glen the mavis sang ; All nature list'ning seem'd the while , Except where
greenwood ...
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THERE was anes a may , and she loo'd na men : They biggit her a bouir doun i '
yon glen ; * This song was written in praise of Miss Alexander of Ballochmyle .
Burns happened one fine evening to meet this young lady , when walking
through ...
THERE was anes a may , and she loo'd na men : They biggit her a bouir doun i '
yon glen ; * This song was written in praise of Miss Alexander of Ballochmyle .
Burns happened one fine evening to meet this young lady , when walking
through ...
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And linkin it , & c . * AULD ROB MORRIS , BURNS . TUNE - Auld Rob Morris .
There's auld Rob Morris , that wons in yon glen , He's the king o'gude fellows and
wale o ' auld men ; He has gowd in his coffers , and owsen and kine , And ae ...
And linkin it , & c . * AULD ROB MORRIS , BURNS . TUNE - Auld Rob Morris .
There's auld Rob Morris , that wons in yon glen , He's the king o'gude fellows and
wale o ' auld men ; He has gowd in his coffers , and owsen and kine , And ae ...
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TUNE_Humours of Glen . Their groves o ' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon ,
Where bright - beaming summers exhale the perfume ; Far dearer to me's yon
lone vale o ' green breckan , Wi ' the burn stealing under the long yellow broom .
TUNE_Humours of Glen . Their groves o ' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon ,
Where bright - beaming summers exhale the perfume ; Far dearer to me's yon
lone vale o ' green breckan , Wi ' the burn stealing under the long yellow broom .
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... auld maister and neebours sae dear : For Lucy had served in the Glen a ' the
simmer ; She cam there afore the flower blumed on the pea ; An orphan was she ,
and they had been kind till her , Sure that was the thing brocht the tear to her eo .
... auld maister and neebours sae dear : For Lucy had served in the Glen a ' the
simmer ; She cam there afore the flower blumed on the pea ; An orphan was she ,
and they had been kind till her , Sure that was the thing brocht the tear to her eo .
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auld baith beauty better blue blythe bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS Charlie Collection coming danced dear dinna Donald door drink fair father fear flowers frae friends gaed gang glen green gude hame hand happy haud heart Highland laddie hill I'll Jenny John Johnson's kind King kiss laddie lady Laird lass leave live look Lord mair married Mary maun meet mind mony morning Musical Museum nane ne'er never night o'er ower Robin rose Scotland Scottish sing song sweet syne tell thee There's thing thou took tree true tune verse Water weary weel wife Willie wind winna wish young
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