The Songs of Robert Burns, Volume 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 páginas |
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Página 255
... thyme ) , And he had a wife was the plague o ' his days ; And the thyme it is wither'd , and rue is in prime . Ae day as the carle gaed up the lang glen OF BURNS . 255.
... thyme ) , And he had a wife was the plague o ' his days ; And the thyme it is wither'd , and rue is in prime . Ae day as the carle gaed up the lang glen OF BURNS . 255.
Página 256
... thyme ) , He met wi ' the Devil ; says , " How do yow fen ? " And the thyme it is wither'd , and rue is in prime . " I've got a bad wife , sir ; that's a ' my complaint " ( Hey , and the rue grows bonnie wi ' thyme ) , " For , saving ...
... thyme ) , He met wi ' the Devil ; says , " How do yow fen ? " And the thyme it is wither'd , and rue is in prime . " I've got a bad wife , sir ; that's a ' my complaint " ( Hey , and the rue grows bonnie wi ' thyme ) , " For , saving ...
Página 257
... thyme ) , Whae'er she gat hands on came near her nae mair ; And the thyme it is wither'd , and rue is in prime . A reekit wee devil looks over the wa ' ( Hey , and the rue grows bonnie wi ' thyme ) , " O , help , master , help , or she ...
... thyme ) , Whae'er she gat hands on came near her nae mair ; And the thyme it is wither'd , and rue is in prime . A reekit wee devil looks over the wa ' ( Hey , and the rue grows bonnie wi ' thyme ) , " O , help , master , help , or she ...
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aboon ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks barley birds Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blink blithe bloom bonnie lass bonnie Mary bosom bower braes breast Buy braw troggin canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil dimin e'en e'er Eppie fair Farewell flower fortune's frae Gala Water glen green grows bonnie wi gude hame heart Here's a health Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss lassie lawin lo'es luve Mally's maun monie morning nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre Phillis pleasure roar rue grows bonnie siller simmer sing snaw soger sweet syne tear thee thine thou hast thyme Tibbie wander wanton weary weel Whigs wife wild Willie win my love wind winna wither'd ye'll Ye're young young Jessie
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Página 79 - DELIGHT." [JE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu...
Página 91 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Página 140 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Página 171 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Página 97 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie The boat rocks at the pier o...
Página 97 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. Y heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 230 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear — We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Página 66 - 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 66 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.