The Ballads and Songs of Robert Burns. With a Lecture on His Character and Genius by Thomas Carlyle. [With Illustrations.]C. Griffin, 1864 - 224 sider |
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... wander , Ae fond kiss , Amang the trees , PAGE 118 177 16 212 Anna , thy charms , A red , red rose , A rose - bud by my early walk , As I was a - wandering , Auld langsyne , 164 67 144 210 223 Auld Rob Morris , 47 Behold the hour , Bess ...
... wander , Ae fond kiss , Amang the trees , PAGE 118 177 16 212 Anna , thy charms , A red , red rose , A rose - bud by my early walk , As I was a - wandering , Auld langsyne , 164 67 144 210 223 Auld Rob Morris , 47 Behold the hour , Bess ...
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... Wandering Willie , 90 What can a young lassie , Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary ? Wilt thou be my dearie ? Yestreen I had a pint o ' wine , 54 43 158 160 Yon wild mossy mountains , Young Jessie , · 102 170 Young Jockey , Young Peggy ...
... Wandering Willie , 90 What can a young lassie , Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary ? Wilt thou be my dearie ? Yestreen I had a pint o ' wine , 54 43 158 160 Yon wild mossy mountains , Young Jessie , · 102 170 Young Jockey , Young Peggy ...
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... wander , Ae fond kiss , and then we sever , Again rejoicing nature sees , Altho ' my bed were in yon muir , Altho ' thou maun never be mine , Amang the trees where humming bees , Ance mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December , Anna , thy ...
... wander , Ae fond kiss , and then we sever , Again rejoicing nature sees , Altho ' my bed were in yon muir , Altho ' thou maun never be mine , Amang the trees where humming bees , Ance mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December , Anna , thy ...
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... wandering Willie , Here is the glen , and here the bower , Here's a health to them that's awa ' , Her flowing locks , the raven's wing , How can my poor heart be glad , How cruel are the parents , How lang an ' dreary is the night , How ...
... wandering Willie , Here is the glen , and here the bower , Here's a health to them that's awa ' , Her flowing locks , the raven's wing , How can my poor heart be glad , How cruel are the parents , How lang an ' dreary is the night , How ...
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... wander , 217 Out over the Forth I look to the north , 205 Powers celestial ! whose protection , 81 Raving winds around her blowing , 138 Sae flaxen were her ringlets , 188 Scots , wha ha'e wi ' Wallace bled , 35 She is a winsome wee ...
... wander , 217 Out over the Forth I look to the north , 205 Powers celestial ! whose protection , 81 Raving winds around her blowing , 138 Sae flaxen were her ringlets , 188 Scots , wha ha'e wi ' Wallace bled , 35 She is a winsome wee ...
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The Ballads and Songs of Robert Burns with a Lecture on His Character and ... Robert Burns Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1864 |
The Ballads and Songs of Robert Burns. With a Lecture on His Character and ... Robert Burns Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1864 |
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AE FOND KISS ain dear ane-and-twenty auld Ballochmyle banks birds birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blink blithe bloom body kiss bonnie blue bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast cauld charms Chloris CHORUS danc'd awa de'il de'il's awa dearest dearie dewy e'en Exciseman fair Farewell flowers fortune's frae Gala Water gi'e glen green gude ha'e hame heart heaven Here's a health Highland lassie ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee lover luve Mary maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy Nannie ne'er never night Nith o'er owre Peggy Peggy's pleasure poor Rob Morris Robert Burns simmer sing song sparklin sweet sweetly tears There's thine thou hast thro TUNE TUNE-"The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel wild Willie wind wooing o't yon town young Jessie
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Side 36 - 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 15 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! " Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Side 70 - 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',
Side 220 - 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 37 - THAT AND 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
Side 57 - CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Side 38 - Guid 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 ranks 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 14 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Side 155 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie...
Side 20 - The Powers aboon will tent thee Misfortune sha' na steer thee; Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass There's nane again sae bonnie.