The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings, Volumer 3-4Smith & Hill, 1816 |
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... er their timmer , Or speakin lightly o ' their limmer , Or shootin o ' a hare or moor - cock , The ne'er a bit they're ill to poor folk . But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ! Nae cauld or ...
... er their timmer , Or speakin lightly o ' their limmer , Or shootin o ' a hare or moor - cock , The ne'er a bit they're ill to poor folk . But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ! Nae cauld or ...
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... Ne'er claw your lug , an ' fidge your back , An ' hum an ' haw ; But raise your arm , an ' tell your crack Before them a ' . Paint Scotland greeting owre her thrissle ; Her mutchkin stoup as toom's a whissle ; An ' d - mn'd Excisemen in ...
... Ne'er claw your lug , an ' fidge your back , An ' hum an ' haw ; But raise your arm , an ' tell your crack Before them a ' . Paint Scotland greeting owre her thrissle ; Her mutchkin stoup as toom's a whissle ; An ' d - mn'd Excisemen in ...
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... ne'er envies ; But blithe and frisky , She eyes her freeborn , martial boys , Tak aff their Whisky . What tho ' their Phoebus kinder warms , While fragrance blooms and beauty charms ! When wretches range , in famish'd swarms , The ...
... ne'er envies ; But blithe and frisky , She eyes her freeborn , martial boys , Tak aff their Whisky . What tho ' their Phoebus kinder warms , While fragrance blooms and beauty charms ! When wretches range , in famish'd swarms , The ...
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... ne'er spak mair . A countra Laird had ta'en the batts , • Or some curmurring in his guts , " His only son for Hornbook sets , ' An ' pays him well . The lad , for twa guid gimmer pets , Was laird himsel . A bonnie lass , ye kend her ...
... ne'er spak mair . A countra Laird had ta'en the batts , • Or some curmurring in his guts , " His only son for Hornbook sets , ' An ' pays him well . The lad , for twa guid gimmer pets , Was laird himsel . A bonnie lass , ye kend her ...
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... Trav'llers are allur'd , To their destruction . An ' aft your moss traversing Spunkies Decoy the wight that late an ' drunk is : The bleezin , curst , mischievous monkeys Delude his eyes , Till in some miry slough he sunk is , Ne'er 60.
... Trav'llers are allur'd , To their destruction . An ' aft your moss traversing Spunkies Decoy the wight that late an ' drunk is : The bleezin , curst , mischievous monkeys Delude his eyes , Till in some miry slough he sunk is , Ne'er 60.
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