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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Side 5
... , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is his way ; The shrinking bard adown an alley skulks , And dreads of Burns . 5.
... , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is his way ; The shrinking bard adown an alley skulks , And dreads of Burns . 5.
Side 9
... Come then , wi ' uncouth , kintra fleg , O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg , And ye shall see me try him . I'll sing the zeal Drumlanrig bears Who left the all - important cares Of princes and their darlings ; And , bent on winning borough ...
... Come then , wi ' uncouth , kintra fleg , O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg , And ye shall see me try him . I'll sing the zeal Drumlanrig bears Who left the all - important cares Of princes and their darlings ; And , bent on winning borough ...
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... come on like Ocean's roar , When all his wintry billows pour Against the Buchan Bullers . Lo , from the shades of Death's deep night , Departed Whigs enjoy the fight , And think on former daring : The muffled murtherer of Charles The ...
... come on like Ocean's roar , When all his wintry billows pour Against the Buchan Bullers . Lo , from the shades of Death's deep night , Departed Whigs enjoy the fight , And think on former daring : The muffled murtherer of Charles The ...
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... Come wealth , come poortith , late or soon Heaven send your heart - strings ay in tune , And screw your temper - pins aboon A fifth or mair , The melancholious , lazie croon , O ' cankrie care . May still your life from day to day Nae ...
... Come wealth , come poortith , late or soon Heaven send your heart - strings ay in tune , And screw your temper - pins aboon A fifth or mair , The melancholious , lazie croon , O ' cankrie care . May still your life from day to day Nae ...
Side 17
... come , your hand , my careless brither , I ' th ' ither warl ' if there's anither , An ' that there is I've little swither About the matter ; We cheek for chow shall jog thegither , I'se ne'er bid better . We've faults and failings ...
... come , your hand , my careless brither , I ' th ' ither warl ' if there's anither , An ' that there is I've little swither About the matter ; We cheek for chow shall jog thegither , I'se ne'er bid better . We've faults and failings ...
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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...