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... blast was blawn ” 72 Song 17. " O stay , sweet warbling woodlark , stay " Song 18. " Here is the glen , and here the bower " Song 19. " The day returns , my bosom burns ” 76 • 77 • • 78 Page " O were I on Parnassus ' hill "
... blast was blawn ” 72 Song 17. " O stay , sweet warbling woodlark , stay " Song 18. " Here is the glen , and here the bower " Song 19. " The day returns , my bosom burns ” 76 • 77 • • 78 Page " O were I on Parnassus ' hill "
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... sweet Afton , among thy green braes " · Song 56. " Where Cart rins rowin to the sea " Song 57. " My heart is sair , I darena tell " Song 58. " The lovely lass o ' Inverness " · 150 · · 152 154 · 155 • 156 157 · · 158 • · 161 Song 59 ...
... sweet Afton , among thy green braes " · Song 56. " Where Cart rins rowin to the sea " Song 57. " My heart is sair , I darena tell " Song 58. " The lovely lass o ' Inverness " · 150 · · 152 154 · 155 • 156 157 · · 158 • · 161 Song 59 ...
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... sweet , How mony lengthen'd sage advices , The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night , Tam had got planted unco right ; Fast by an ingle , bleezing finely , Wi ' reaming swats , that drank divinely ; And at ...
... sweet , How mony lengthen'd sage advices , The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night , Tam had got planted unco right ; Fast by an ingle , bleezing finely , Wi ' reaming swats , that drank divinely ; And at ...
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... sweet crimson gem , Richly deck thy native stem ; Till some ev'ning , sober , calm , Dropping dews , and breathing balm , While all around the woodland rings , And ev'ry bird thy requiem sings ; Thou , amid the dirgeful sound , Shed thy ...
... sweet crimson gem , Richly deck thy native stem ; Till some ev'ning , sober , calm , Dropping dews , and breathing balm , While all around the woodland rings , And ev'ry bird thy requiem sings ; Thou , amid the dirgeful sound , Shed thy ...
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... sweet endearing stealth , Shall meet the loving pair , Despising worlds with all their wealth As empty idle care : The flow'rs shall vie in all their charms The hour of heav'n to grace , And birks extend their fragrant arms To screen ...
... sweet endearing stealth , Shall meet the loving pair , Despising worlds with all their wealth As empty idle care : The flow'rs shall vie in all their charms The hour of heav'n to grace , And birks extend their fragrant arms To screen ...
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admiration ain dear Amang ance auld Ayrshire bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest Blythe Bonny lassie bosom braes braw John Highlandman brunstane character charms CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie e'en e'er elekit fair Flow gently flowers frae Francis lay gallant gear genius Glen grace gude ha'e hame happy heart heaven herds Highland humour ilka John Anderson Kilmarnock Lal de daudle Lal de lal lass lave o't love thee luve mair Mauchline maun meikle merry ploughboy mind mony muse ne'er never night o'er owre the lave play'd pleasure poem poet poor racters RECITATIVO roar ROB MORRIS ROBERT BURNS Shanter Sing skelpin sodger laddie SONG soul Strathspey sweet Afton taste thegither There's thou thro Tibbie tion wander weel whistle owre wild Willie wind ye'll yon town
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Página 5 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Página 11 - Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Página 159 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 10 - As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
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