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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... wind can blaw , Oh , bonnie was yon rosy brier , Oh , for ane - and - twenty , Tam , Oh , lay thy loof in mine , lass , Oh , luve will venture in , Oh , saw ye my dearie ? Oh , this is no my ain lassie ! Oh , wat ye wha's in yon town ...
... wind can blaw , Oh , bonnie was yon rosy brier , Oh , for ane - and - twenty , Tam , Oh , lay thy loof in mine , lass , Oh , luve will venture in , Oh , saw ye my dearie ? Oh , this is no my ain lassie ! Oh , wat ye wha's in yon town ...
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... winds around her blowing , Robin , Sae far awa ' , Saw ye my Phely ? She says she lo'es me best of a ' , She's fair and fause , Sic a wife as Willie had , Sleep'st thou , or wak'st thou ? Somebody , • Song composed in August , Song of ...
... winds around her blowing , Robin , Sae far awa ' , Saw ye my Phely ? She says she lo'es me best of a ' , She's fair and fause , Sic a wife as Willie had , Sleep'st thou , or wak'st thou ? Somebody , • Song composed in August , Song of ...
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... wee thing , cannie wee thing , By Allan stream I chanc'd to rove , By Auchtertyre grows the aik , • By yon castle wa ' , at the close of the day , Can I cease to care , 141 56 119 Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west , Come.
... wee thing , cannie wee thing , By Allan stream I chanc'd to rove , By Auchtertyre grows the aik , • By yon castle wa ' , at the close of the day , Can I cease to care , 141 56 119 Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west , Come.
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Robert Burns. Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west , Come , let me take thee to my breast , Coming through the rye , poor body , Contented wi ' little , an ' cantie wi ' mair , Could aught of song declare my pains , Deluded swain , the ...
Robert Burns. Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west , Come , let me take thee to my breast , Coming through the rye , poor body , Contented wi ' little , an ' cantie wi ' mair , Could aught of song declare my pains , Deluded swain , the ...
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... winds an ' slaught'ring guns , Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw , · xiii PAGE 73 131 63 37 • 171 • 213 192 30 208 . 61 • 65 190 · 147 24 ΙΟΙ 150 191 32 139 96 71 172 . 161 142 · 24 . 211 • 165 • 120 77 49 72 193 112 220 Oh , bonnie ...
... winds an ' slaught'ring guns , Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw , · xiii PAGE 73 131 63 37 • 171 • 213 192 30 208 . 61 • 65 190 · 147 24 ΙΟΙ 150 191 32 139 96 71 172 . 161 142 · 24 . 211 • 165 • 120 77 49 72 193 112 220 Oh , bonnie ...
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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.