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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... green ; But purer was the lover's vow They witness'd in their shade yestreen . All in its rude and prickly bower , That crimson rose , how sweet and fair ! But love is far a sweeter flower Amid life's thorny path o ' care . The pathless ...
... green ; But purer was the lover's vow They witness'd in their shade yestreen . All in its rude and prickly bower , That crimson rose , how sweet and fair ! But love is far a sweeter flower Amid life's thorny path o ' care . The pathless ...
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... green knowes , Ilk spring they're new deckit wi ' bonie white yowes . Then hey , & c . And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest , The brightest o ' beauty may cloy , when possest ; But the sweet yellow darlings wi ' Geordie ...
... green knowes , Ilk spring they're new deckit wi ' bonie white yowes . Then hey , & c . And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest , The brightest o ' beauty may cloy , when possest ; But the sweet yellow darlings wi ' Geordie ...
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... & c . The Highland hills I've wander'd wide , And o'er the Lowlands I hae been ; But Phemie was the blithest lass That ever trod the dewy green . Blithe , & c . PEGGY'S CHARMS . TUNE - ' NEIL GOW'S LAMENTATION FOR 126 The Songs.
... & c . The Highland hills I've wander'd wide , And o'er the Lowlands I hae been ; But Phemie was the blithest lass That ever trod the dewy green . Blithe , & c . PEGGY'S CHARMS . TUNE - ' NEIL GOW'S LAMENTATION FOR 126 The Songs.
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... on her breast Sae early in the morning . She soon shall see her tender brood , The pride , the pleasure o ' the wood , Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd , Awake the early morning . So thou , dear bird , young Jeany fair , 128 The Songs.
... on her breast Sae early in the morning . She soon shall see her tender brood , The pride , the pleasure o ' the wood , Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd , Awake the early morning . So thou , dear bird , young Jeany fair , 128 The Songs.
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... green ; There's not a bonie bird that sings , But minds me o ' my Jean . O , WERE I ON PARNASSUS ' HILL ! TUNE MY LOVE IS LOST TO ME . ' O , WERE I on Parnassus ' hill ! Or had of Helicon my fill ; That I might catch poetic skill , To ...
... green ; There's not a bonie bird that sings , But minds me o ' my Jean . O , WERE I ON PARNASSUS ' HILL ! TUNE MY LOVE IS LOST TO ME . ' O , WERE I on Parnassus ' hill ! Or had of Helicon my fill ; That I might catch poetic skill , To ...
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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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