Robert Burns: The Poems, Epistles, Songs, Epigrams & Epitaphs, Volume 2C. Wilson, 1896 |
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... Tear - Drop . For the Sake o ' Somebody A Man's a Man for a ' that Sweet closes the Evening on Craigieburn Wood Craigieburn Wood There was a Bonnie Lass . PAGE 129 129 130 132 133 133 134 135 137 138 138 139 140 141 142 143 · 144 144 ...
... Tear - Drop . For the Sake o ' Somebody A Man's a Man for a ' that Sweet closes the Evening on Craigieburn Wood Craigieburn Wood There was a Bonnie Lass . PAGE 129 129 130 132 133 133 134 135 137 138 138 139 140 141 142 143 · 144 144 ...
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... name , To Masonry and Scotia dear ! A last request permit me here , When yearly ye assemble a ' , One round , I ask it with a tear , To him , the Bard that's far awa . N Farewell to Eliza The Bonnie Blink o ' Mary's 30 Songs.
... name , To Masonry and Scotia dear ! A last request permit me here , When yearly ye assemble a ' , One round , I ask it with a tear , To him , the Bard that's far awa . N Farewell to Eliza The Bonnie Blink o ' Mary's 30 Songs.
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... tear , To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr . Farewell , old Coila's hills and dales , Her heathy moors and winding ... tears my heart declare , Farewell , the bonnie banks of Ayr ! Powers Celestial , whose Protection TUNE- " Blue Bonnets ...
... tear , To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr . Farewell , old Coila's hills and dales , Her heathy moors and winding ... tears my heart declare , Farewell , the bonnie banks of Ayr ! Powers Celestial , whose Protection TUNE- " Blue Bonnets ...
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... tear blin't his e'e ; And rattlin ' , roarin ' Willie , Ye're welcome hame to me ! O Willie , come sell your fiddle , O sell your fiddle sae fine ; O Willie , come sell your fiddle , And buy a pint o ' wine ! If I should sell my fiddle ...
... tear blin't his e'e ; And rattlin ' , roarin ' Willie , Ye're welcome hame to me ! O Willie , come sell your fiddle , O sell your fiddle sae fine ; O Willie , come sell your fiddle , And buy a pint o ' wine ! If I should sell my fiddle ...
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... tearing Peggy from my soul Must be a stronger death . L The Young Highland Rover TUNE- " Morag . " OUD blaw the frosty breezes , The snaws the mountains cover ; Like winter on me seizes , Since my young Highland Rover Far wanders ...
... tearing Peggy from my soul Must be a stronger death . L The Young Highland Rover TUNE- " Morag . " OUD blaw the frosty breezes , The snaws the mountains cover ; Like winter on me seizes , Since my young Highland Rover Far wanders ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ae night Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes Burns Burns's Buy braw troggin cauld charms Chloris CHORUS Craigieburn dear dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ecclefechan Eppie fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water Galloway glen Glossary of Scots grace green hame heart Here's a health Highland ilka Jamie Jean Jeanie John John Barleycorn Johnny Kilmarnock Laird lassie lo'e Lon'on Lord luve maid mair Mally's Mary Mauchline maun Miller Miss monie morning nane ne'er Netherplace never Notes to Vol o'er owre Poet Scots Words sing sodger song sweet Tarbolton thee thou hast thro thyme TUNE TUNE-"The wander wat ye waur weary weel Whigs wife wild Willie wind winna Woodley Park yon toun
Passagens conhecidas
Página 154 - 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 176 - Wear hodden-gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
Página 82 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY 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 254 - EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool ? Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, . That weekly this area throng?
Página 104 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu" twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me.
Página 74 - 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.
Página 145 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or Freeman fa...
Página 177 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 176 - FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that; The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Página 67 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.