The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings, Bind 3–4Smith & Hill, 1816 |
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Side 11
... thee , John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple B 6 . 11 Scotch drink.
... thee , John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple B 6 . 11 Scotch drink.
Side 12
... thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines chief . Food fills the wame , an ' keeps us ...
... thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines chief . Food fills the wame , an ' keeps us ...
Side 15
... thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses ! Thou comes- they rattle i ' their ranks At ither's a *** s ! Thee , Ferintosh ! O sadly lost ! Scotland lament frae coast to coast Now colic grips , an ' barkin hoast , May kill us a ...
... thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses ! Thou comes- they rattle i ' their ranks At ither's a *** s ! Thee , Ferintosh ! O sadly lost ! Scotland lament frae coast to coast Now colic grips , an ' barkin hoast , May kill us a ...
Side 58
... thee , Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in yon cavern grim an ' sootie , Clos'd under hatches , Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor damned bodies ...
... thee , Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in yon cavern grim an ' sootie , Clos'd under hatches , Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor damned bodies ...
Side 65
... thee frae a tether string ! O , may thou ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop ; But ay keep mind to moop an ' mell Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel ! And now , my bairns , wi ' my last breath , I lea'e my blessin wi ...
... thee frae a tether string ! O , may thou ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop ; But ay keep mind to moop an ' mell Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel ! And now , my bairns , wi ' my last breath , I lea'e my blessin wi ...
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