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... ain grey tail : The carlin claught her by the rump , And left poor Maggie scarce a stump . Now , wha this tale o ' truth shall read , Ilk man and mother's son , take heed : Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd , Or cutty - sarks run in your ...
... ain grey tail : The carlin claught her by the rump , And left poor Maggie scarce a stump . Now , wha this tale o ' truth shall read , Ilk man and mother's son , take heed : Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd , Or cutty - sarks run in your ...
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Robert Burns. I ken't her heart was a ' my ain ; I lov'd her most sincerely ; I kiss'd her owre and owre again Amang the rigs ... dear ; I hae been merry drinkin ; I hae been joyfu ' gath'rin gear ; I hae been happy thinking : But a ' the ...
Robert Burns. I ken't her heart was a ' my ain ; I lov'd her most sincerely ; I kiss'd her owre and owre again Amang the rigs ... dear ; I hae been merry drinkin ; I hae been joyfu ' gath'rin gear ; I hae been happy thinking : But a ' the ...
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... ain only deary , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . II . Winter winds blew , loud and cauld , at our ... your slumbers , How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Wauken , ye breezes ! row gently , ye billows ! And waft my dear ...
... ain only deary , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . II . Winter winds blew , loud and cauld , at our ... your slumbers , How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Wauken , ye breezes ! row gently , ye billows ! And waft my dear ...
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... ain dear maid , Down by her mother's dwelling ! And turn'd me round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . IV . Wi ' alter'd voice , quoth I , sweet lass , Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom , O ! happy , happy may he be , That's ...
... ain dear maid , Down by her mother's dwelling ! And turn'd me round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . IV . Wi ' alter'd voice , quoth I , sweet lass , Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom , O ! happy , happy may he be , That's ...
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... dear cockade , Ye're welcome for the sake o't . VI . She gaz'd - she redden'd like a rose , - Syne pale like ony lily , She sank within my arms , and cried , Art thou my ain dear Willie ? — By Him who made yon sun and sky , By whom true ...
... dear cockade , Ye're welcome for the sake o't . VI . She gaz'd - she redden'd like a rose , - Syne pale like ony lily , She sank within my arms , and cried , Art thou my ain dear Willie ? — By Him who made yon sun and sky , By whom true ...
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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 4 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Página 116 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 105 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Página 6 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
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...
Página 13 - The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Página 12 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin ! Kate soon will be a woefu...