PoemsHurst & Company, 1889 - 255 páginas |
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Página 124
... meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind 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 ...
... meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind 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 ...
Página 125
... meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING . SHE is a winsome wee thing , She is a handsome wee thing , She is a bonny wee thing , This sweet wee wife o ' mine . I never saw a fairer , I never lo'ed ...
... meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING . SHE is a winsome wee thing , She is a handsome wee thing , She is a bonny wee thing , This sweet wee wife o ' mine . I never saw a fairer , I never lo'ed ...
Página 159
... meet ; But O the road was very hard For that fair maiden's tender feet . It were mair meet that those fine feet Were weel laced up in silken shoon , And ' t were more fit that she should sit Within yon chariot gilt aboon . Her yellow ...
... meet ; But O the road was very hard For that fair maiden's tender feet . It were mair meet that those fine feet Were weel laced up in silken shoon , And ' t were more fit that she should sit Within yon chariot gilt aboon . Her yellow ...
Termos e frases comuns
aboon ae night amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest bloom blythe bonny lass bosom braes braw breast Brigs Burns cauld charms claut dear dearie Deil e'en e'er Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate flower frae glen guid hame heart Heaven Here's a health Highland laddie honest ilka John Barleycorn Kenmure's lassie lo'es Lord mair Mally's Mary maun mony morn mourn muse naebody Nature's ne'er never o'er owre pleasure poet poor pow'r pride roar ROBERT BURNS Robin Scots Musical Museum sing snaw song soul sugh sweet syne tears thee thou thro TUNE unco wander weary wee thing weel Whyles wild William Burnes Willie winds winter wooing o't wretch ye'll young young Jessie