The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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Side xiv
... mair " . " Canst thou leave me thus , my Katy ? " - ( The reply , " Stay my Willie , yet be- lieve me , " in a note ) -Stock and horn , LXV . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Praise -- Desires more .songs . of the humorous cast - Means to have a ...
... mair " . " Canst thou leave me thus , my Katy ? " - ( The reply , " Stay my Willie , yet be- lieve me , " in a note ) -Stock and horn , LXV . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Praise -- Desires more .songs . of the humorous cast - Means to have a ...
Side xx
... mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December ! An honest man here lies at rest , • As down the bum they took their way , As I stood by yon roofless tower , Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms , Behold the hour , the boat arrive ...
... mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December ! An honest man here lies at rest , • As down the bum they took their way , As I stood by yon roofless tower , Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms , Behold the hour , the boat arrive ...
Side 22
... mair o't , Wi ' her I'll blythly bear it , And ne'er a word repine . You perceive , my dear Sir , I avail myself of the liberty , which you condescend to allow me , by speaking freely what I think . Be assured , it is not my disposition ...
... mair o't , Wi ' her I'll blythly bear it , And ne'er a word repine . You perceive , my dear Sir , I avail myself of the liberty , which you condescend to allow me , by speaking freely what I think . Be assured , it is not my disposition ...
Side 43
... o ' your slumbers ! O how your wild horrors a lover alarms ! -Awaken ye breezes , row gently ye billows , And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms . But But if he's forgotten his faithfulest Nanie , Ostill flow 43.
... o ' your slumbers ! O how your wild horrors a lover alarms ! -Awaken ye breezes , row gently ye billows , And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms . But But if he's forgotten his faithfulest Nanie , Ostill flow 43.
Side 45
... mair I'll ne'er trouble them , nor thee , Oh ! She has open'd the door , she has open'd it wide ; She sees his pale corse on the plain , Oh ! My true love she cried , and sank down by his side , Never to rise again , Oh ! I do not know ...
... mair I'll ne'er trouble them , nor thee , Oh ! She has open'd the door , she has open'd it wide ; She sees his pale corse on the plain , Oh ! My true love she cried , and sank down by his side , Never to rise again , Oh ! I do not know ...
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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...