The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Volume 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... ye'll no be lost a whit , Tho ' waired on Willie Chalmers . Auld Truth hersel ' might swear ye're fair , And Honour safely back her , And Modesty assume your air , And ne'er a ane mistak ' her : And sic twa love - inspiring e'en Might ...
... ye'll no be lost a whit , Tho ' waired on Willie Chalmers . Auld Truth hersel ' might swear ye're fair , And Honour safely back her , And Modesty assume your air , And ne'er a ane mistak ' her : And sic twa love - inspiring e'en Might ...
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... ll be wi ' ye by an ' bye ; Or else the Deil's be in it . My bottle is my holy pool , That heals the wounds o ' care an ' dool , And pleasure is a wanton trout , An ' ye drink it , ye'll find him out . LINES WRITTEN EXTEMPORE IN A ...
... ll be wi ' ye by an ' bye ; Or else the Deil's be in it . My bottle is my holy pool , That heals the wounds o ' care an ' dool , And pleasure is a wanton trout , An ' ye drink it , ye'll find him out . LINES WRITTEN EXTEMPORE IN A ...
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... Ye'll cast your head anither airt , And answer him fu ' dry . O Tibbie , I hae , & c . But if he hae the name o ' gear , Ye'll fasten to him like a brier , Tho ' hardly he , for sense or lear Be better than the kye . O Tibbie , I hae ...
... Ye'll cast your head anither airt , And answer him fu ' dry . O Tibbie , I hae , & c . But if he hae the name o ' gear , Ye'll fasten to him like a brier , Tho ' hardly he , for sense or lear Be better than the kye . O Tibbie , I hae ...
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... ye'll flourish fresh and fair ; Ye birdies dumb , in with'ring bowers , Again ye'll charm the vocal air . But here , alas ! for me nae mair Shall birdie charm , or floweret smile ; Fareweel the bonie banks of Ayr , Fareweel , fareweel ...
... ye'll flourish fresh and fair ; Ye birdies dumb , in with'ring bowers , Again ye'll charm the vocal air . But here , alas ! for me nae mair Shall birdie charm , or floweret smile ; Fareweel the bonie banks of Ayr , Fareweel , fareweel ...
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... ye drink it a ' ye'll find him out . Then guidwife count , & c . MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL . O MEIKLE thinks my luve o ' my beauty , And meikle thinks my luve o ' my kin ; But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie My Tocher's the jewel has ...
... ye drink it a ' ye'll find him out . Then guidwife count , & c . MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL . O MEIKLE thinks my luve o ' my beauty , And meikle thinks my luve o ' my kin ; But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie My Tocher's the jewel has ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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