PoemsHurst & Company, 1889 - 255 páginas |
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Página 94
... morn , As blythe lay down at e'en : And I'm the sov'reign of Scotland , And mony a traitor there ; Yet here I lie in foreign bands , And never - ending care . But as for thee , thou false woman , My sister and my fae , Grim vengeance ...
... morn , As blythe lay down at e'en : And I'm the sov'reign of Scotland , And mony a traitor there ; Yet here I lie in foreign bands , And never - ending care . But as for thee , thou false woman , My sister and my fae , Grim vengeance ...
Página 165
... MORN . O MAY , thy morn was ne'er sae sweet , As the mirk night o ' December ; For sparkling was the rosy wine , And private was the chamber : And dear was she I dare na name , But I will aye remember . And dear , etc. And here's to ...
... MORN . O MAY , thy morn was ne'er sae sweet , As the mirk night o ' December ; For sparkling was the rosy wine , And private was the chamber : And dear was she I dare na name , But I will aye remember . And dear , etc. And here's to ...
Página 214
... morning's no for me , Up in the morning early ; When a ' the hills are cover'd wi ' snaw , I'm sure it's winter fairly . The birds sit chattering in the thorn , A ' day they fare but sparely ; And lang's the night frae e'en to morn , I ...
... morning's no for me , Up in the morning early ; When a ' the hills are cover'd wi ' snaw , I'm sure it's winter fairly . The birds sit chattering in the thorn , A ' day they fare but sparely ; And lang's the night frae e'en to morn , I ...
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