The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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Side 16
... look into thy bonnie face , " I canna wrang thee . " And say , 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 ...
... look into thy bonnie face , " I canna wrang thee . " And say , 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 ...
Side 26
... night when we were fu ' , Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Maggie coost her head fu ' high , Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Duncan Duncan fleech'd , and Duncan pray'd : Ha , ha 26.
... night when we were fu ' , Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Maggie coost her head fu ' high , Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Duncan Duncan fleech'd , and Duncan pray'd : Ha , ha 26.
Side 55
... looking back on the honest folks with whom I have been happy , I shall say , or sing , " Sae merry as we a ' hae been ! " and raising my last looks to the whole human it race , race , the last words of the voice of Coila 55.
... looking back on the honest folks with whom I have been happy , I shall say , or sing , " Sae merry as we a ' hae been ! " and raising my last looks to the whole human it race , race , the last words of the voice of Coila 55.
Side 91
... looks at her with such glee , as to shew that he fully recollects the pleasant days and nights when they were first acquent . The drawing would do honour to the pencil of Teniers . No. No. XXXIII . MR . BURNS to MR . THOMSON 91.
... looks at her with such glee , as to shew that he fully recollects the pleasant days and nights when they were first acquent . The drawing would do honour to the pencil of Teniers . No. No. XXXIII . MR . BURNS to MR . THOMSON 91.
Side 97
... looks with rather an evil eye on your work , I did not choose to comply . However , if the song does not suit your taste , I may possibly send it him . The set of the air which I had in my eye is in Johnson's Museum . O WHISTLE and I'll ...
... looks with rather an evil eye on your work , I did not choose to comply . However , if the song does not suit your taste , I may possibly send it him . The set of the air which I had in my eye is in Johnson's Museum . O WHISTLE and I'll ...
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blythe bonnie Bonnie Dundee bosom braw BURNS Caledonia Cauld Kail charming Chloris CHORUS Coila Craigieburn Dainty Davie dear Sir dearie Duncan Gray Edinburgh English song English verses fair fancy fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart Highland Mary Jeanie John Anderson lass lassie lea-rig Leiger lo'es Logan braes Lord Gregory lover mair maun melodies mend merit mony morning muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry Rob Morris Robin Adair Saw ye Scots Scottish simmer singing stanza suit sung sweet taste thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie young JESSIE
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Side 126 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Side 331 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Side 17 - 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 293 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, 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' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Side 217 - 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 122 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Side 216 - 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 343 - 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 42 - 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', "Ye are na Mary Morison.
Side 302 - JOHN ANDERSON 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...