The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Volum 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... CHORUS . And we're a ' noddin , Nid , nid , noddin , We're a ' noddin fou at e'en . TRAGIC FRAGMENT . ' ALL devil as I am , a damned wretch , ' A harden'd , stubborn , unrepenting villain , ' Still my heart melts at human wretchedness ...
... CHORUS . And we're a ' noddin , Nid , nid , noddin , We're a ' noddin fou at e'en . TRAGIC FRAGMENT . ' ALL devil as I am , a damned wretch , ' A harden'd , stubborn , unrepenting villain , ' Still my heart melts at human wretchedness ...
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... CHORUS . On the seas and far away , On stormy seas and far away ; Nightly dreams and thoughts by day Are aye with him that's far away . When in summer's noon I faint , As weary flocks around me pant , Haply in this scorching sun My ...
... CHORUS . On the seas and far away , On stormy seas and far away ; Nightly dreams and thoughts by day Are aye with him that's far away . When in summer's noon I faint , As weary flocks around me pant , Haply in this scorching sun My ...
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... CHORUS . Ca ' the yowes to the knowes , Ca ' them where the heather grows , Ca ' them where the burnie rows , My bonie dearie . HARK ! the mavis ' evening sang Sounding Clouden's woods amang , Then a faulding let us gang , My bonie ...
... CHORUS . Ca ' the yowes to the knowes , Ca ' them where the heather grows , Ca ' them where the burnie rows , My bonie dearie . HARK ! the mavis ' evening sang Sounding Clouden's woods amang , Then a faulding let us gang , My bonie ...
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... . TUNE ' CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN . ' How lang and dreary is the night , When I am frae my dearie ; I restless lie frae e'en to morn , Tho ' I were ne'er sae weary . CHORUS . For oh , her lanely nights are lang of Burns . 103.
... . TUNE ' CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN . ' How lang and dreary is the night , When I am frae my dearie ; I restless lie frae e'en to morn , Tho ' I were ne'er sae weary . CHORUS . For oh , her lanely nights are lang of Burns . 103.
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... CHORUS . For oh , her lanely nights are lang ; And oh , her dreams are eerie ; And oh , her widow'd heart is sair , That's absent frae her dearie . When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi ' thee , my dearie , And now that seas ...
... CHORUS . For oh , her lanely nights are lang ; And oh , her dreams are eerie ; And oh , her widow'd heart is sair , That's absent frae her dearie . When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi ' thee , my dearie , And now that seas ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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Side 206 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Side 207 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a
Side 135 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie 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...
Side 202 - 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 135 - 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.
Side 130 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Side 204 - 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...