Songs by Robert BurnsJ. Long, 1907 - 126 sider |
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Side 17
... frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and wearie O ; Down by the burn , where scented birks Wi ' dew are hanging clear , my jo , I'll meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. In mirkest glen , at midnight hour , I'd rove ...
... frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and wearie O ; Down by the burn , where scented birks Wi ' dew are hanging clear , my jo , I'll meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind dearie O. In mirkest glen , at midnight hour , I'd rove ...
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... frae me and Logan Braes . Again the merry month o ' May Has made our hills and vallies gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy bowers , The bees hum round the breathing flowers : Blithe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are ...
... frae me and Logan Braes . Again the merry month o ' May Has made our hills and vallies gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy bowers , The bees hum round the breathing flowers : Blithe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears are ...
Side 30
... frae Logan Braes . O wae upon you , men o ' state , That brethren rouse to deadly hate ! As ye mak mony a fond heart mourn , Sae may it on your heads return ! How can your flinty hearts enjoy The widow's tears , the orphan's cry ? But ...
... frae Logan Braes . O wae upon you , men o ' state , That brethren rouse to deadly hate ! As ye mak mony a fond heart mourn , Sae may it on your heads return ! How can your flinty hearts enjoy The widow's tears , the orphan's cry ? But ...
Side 31
... , Nae star blinks thro ' the driving sleet ; Tak pity on my weary feet , And shield me frae the rain , jo . O let me in , etc. The bitter blast that round me blaws , Unheeded howls 31 O Lassie, art thou Sleeping yet?
... , Nae star blinks thro ' the driving sleet ; Tak pity on my weary feet , And shield me frae the rain , jo . O let me in , etc. The bitter blast that round me blaws , Unheeded howls 31 O Lassie, art thou Sleeping yet?
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... frae mornin to e'enin , He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang : He's doylt and he's dozin , his bluid it is frozen , O , dreary's the night wi ' a crazy auld man ! He hums and he hankers , he frets and he cankers , I never can ...
... frae mornin to e'enin , He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang : He's doylt and he's dozin , his bluid it is frozen , O , dreary's the night wi ' a crazy auld man ! He hums and he hankers , he frets and he cankers , I never can ...
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AE FOND KISS ae night ain kind dearie Amang the rigs auld lang syne Awa Whigs Ay waukin baith barley Biographical Introduction blaws Blythe body kiss bonie Doon Bonie Highland laddie Bonie laddie Bonie lassie braw lads Burness cauld CHORUS claut corn rigs Criffel dear Deil Duncan Gray Dusty Miller e'er Farewell frae Galla Water Gin a body girdin o't glen Green grow guidwife count happy days heart Here's a health ilka Jacobites by name Jean John Anderson John Barleycorn Kenmure's kin a rattlin King lads of Galla lass Lawland lassie learn my kin lo'ed Logan Braes luve maun mony morning Nanie o'er Poems rattlin sang ROB MORRIS Robert Burns Sleep snaw Songs spinnin wheel sure it's winter sweet thou TUNE twenty W. M. THACKERAY wander weary Willie wooing o't Wrang YE BANKS Ye Jacobites
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Side 85 - 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, O!
Side 89 - 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 strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Side 101 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour 'can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?
Side 65 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here : My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Side 43 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou, &c.
Side 84 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Side 96 - 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.' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Side 92 - Gude faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. 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 59 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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 luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Side 44 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie 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...