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... RED , RED ROSE . TUNE - Graham's Strathspey . O MY luve's like a red , red rose , That's newly sprung in June ; O my luve's like the melodie , That's sweetly played in tune . 99 100 A RED , RED ROSE . As fair art A Red, Red Rose.
... RED , RED ROSE . TUNE - Graham's Strathspey . O MY luve's like a red , red rose , That's newly sprung in June ; O my luve's like the melodie , That's sweetly played in tune . 99 100 A RED , RED ROSE . As fair art A Red, Red Rose.
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The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Volume 3 Robert Burns Visualização completa - 1863 |
The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life ... Robert Burns Visualização completa - 1870 |
The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, Volume 3 Robert Burns Visualização completa - 1865 |
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aboon ae night Allan Cunningham amang auld Balmaghie blast blaw blest blithe bonny lass bosom braes Burns Buy braw troggin cauld Chloris CHORUS Craigieburn dearest dearie deil Dumfries e'en ELECTION BALLADS epigram fair fairest fame flower frae Gala Water Galloway gane glen Gray grows bonny wi hame heart Heaven Here's a health Heron Highland laddie honest ilka Jamie Jessy John Bushby Kenmure's Kirkcudbright laddie lady lassie LASSIE WI lo'es Lord LORD GREGORY lover luve maun Maxwell morn nae mair ne'er o'er PARCEL OF ROGUES Phely Philly poet rue grows bonny sodger song stanza Stewart sweet thee thine Thomson thou hast thyme TUNE Twas verses VERSICLES wander WAT YE WHA'S weary weel WHA'S IN YON Whigs Willie wind winna WOODLARK Woodley Park yon town young young Jessie
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