The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... ilka hole and road , Baith out and in , And weel he lik'd to shed their bluid , And sell their skin . What herd like R -Il tell'd his tale , - His voice was heard thro ' muir and dale , He kend the Lord's sheep , ilka tail , O'er a ...
... ilka hole and road , Baith out and in , And weel he lik'd to shed their bluid , And sell their skin . What herd like R -Il tell'd his tale , - His voice was heard thro ' muir and dale , He kend the Lord's sheep , ilka tail , O'er a ...
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... 'enin on the lily lea ? The sun was sinking in the west , The birds sang sweet in ilka grove ; His cheek to her's he fondly prest , And whisper'd thus his tale o ' love : PHILLIS THE FAIR . O Jeanie fair , I lo'e 64 THERE WAS A LASS .
... 'enin on the lily lea ? The sun was sinking in the west , The birds sang sweet in ilka grove ; His cheek to her's he fondly prest , And whisper'd thus his tale o ' love : PHILLIS THE FAIR . O Jeanie fair , I lo'e 64 THERE WAS A LASS .
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... ilka bud which Nature Waters wi ' the tears o ' joy : Now thro ' the leafy woods , And by the reeking floods , Wild Nature's tenants freely , gladly stray ; The lintwhite in his bower Chants o'er the breathing flower ; The lav'rock to ...
... ilka bud which Nature Waters wi ' the tears o ' joy : Now thro ' the leafy woods , And by the reeking floods , Wild Nature's tenants freely , gladly stray ; The lintwhite in his bower Chants o'er the breathing flower ; The lav'rock to ...
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... in her green mantle blithe nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes ; While birds warble welcome in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . SWEET FA'S THE EVE . 81 The snaw - drap 80.
... in her green mantle blithe nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er the braes ; While birds warble welcome in ilka green shaw ; But to me it's delightless - my Nannie's awa . SWEET FA'S THE EVE . 81 The snaw - drap 80.
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... ilka man that's drunk's a lord . Then , guidwife , count , & c . My coggie is a haly pool , That heals the wounds o ' care and dool ; And pleasure is a wanton trout , An ' ye drink it a ' ye'll find him out . Then , guidwife , count ...
... ilka man that's drunk's a lord . Then , guidwife , count , & c . My coggie is a haly pool , That heals the wounds o ' care and dool ; And pleasure is a wanton trout , An ' ye drink it a ' ye'll find him out . Then , guidwife , count ...
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Side 129 - 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
Side 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Side 205 - 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.
Side 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Side 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Side 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie 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.
Side 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Side 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Side 175 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Side 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears 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.