The Scottish Minstrel: Being a Complete Collection of Burns' Songs ; Together with His Correspondence with Mr. Thomson ; to which is Added and New and Complete GlossaryBenjamin Warner, 1818 - 312 sider |
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... e'en canter it away till I come to the limit of my race ( God grant that I may take the right side of the winning post ) , and then cheerfully looking back on the honest folks with whom I have been happy , I shall say , or sing , " Sae ...
... e'en canter it away till I come to the limit of my race ( God grant that I may take the right side of the winning post ) , and then cheerfully looking back on the honest folks with whom I have been happy , I shall say , or sing , " Sae ...
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... e'en : So trembling , pure , was tender love Within the breast o ' bonie Jean * . And now she works her mammie's wark , And aye she sighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wist na what her ail might be , Or what wad mak her weel again . But did ...
... e'en : So trembling , pure , was tender love Within the breast o ' bonie Jean * . And now she works her mammie's wark , And aye she sighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wist na what her ail might be , Or what wad mak her weel again . But did ...
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... e'en , sae bonnie blue , 1 swear I'm thine for ever ! And on thy lips I scal my vow , And break it shall I never . If you think the above will suit your idea of your favourite air , I shall be highly pleased . The last time I came o'er ...
... e'en , sae bonnie blue , 1 swear I'm thine for ever ! And on thy lips I scal my vow , And break it shall I never . If you think the above will suit your idea of your favourite air , I shall be highly pleased . The last time I came o'er ...
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... E'en here , I took the last farewell ; There latest mark'd her vanish'd sail . " Along the solitary shore , While flitting sea - fowl round me ery , Across the roaring dashing roar I'll westward turn my wistful eye : Happy , thou Indian ...
... E'en here , I took the last farewell ; There latest mark'd her vanish'd sail . " Along the solitary shore , While flitting sea - fowl round me ery , Across the roaring dashing roar I'll westward turn my wistful eye : Happy , thou Indian ...
Side 80
... e'en I'll close - Never mair to wa ken , Jamie , Ne'er mair to wakent . Jockie and Jennie I would discard , and in its plate would put There's nae luck about the house , which has a very pleasant air ; and which is positively the finest ...
... e'en I'll close - Never mair to wa ken , Jamie , Ne'er mair to wakent . Jockie and Jennie I would discard , and in its plate would put There's nae luck about the house , which has a very pleasant air ; and which is positively the finest ...
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Side 207 - And they hae taen his very heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise ; For if you do but taste his blood, Twill make your courage rise. 'Twill make a man forget his woe; 'Twill heighten all his joy : 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, Tho
Side 200 - MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie 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 18 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! 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' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Side 137 - 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
Side 136 - Man for 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' that. For a
Side 137 - 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 230 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Side 136 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. " What though 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 16 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Side 201 - 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' the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o