The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Bind 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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Side 7
... FAREWELL . FAREWELL , dear Friend ! may guid luck hit you , And , mang her favourites admit you ! If e'er Detraction shore to smit you , May nane believe him ! And ony De'il that thinks to get you , Good Lord deceive him . THE FAREWELL ...
... FAREWELL . FAREWELL , dear Friend ! may guid luck hit you , And , mang her favourites admit you ! If e'er Detraction shore to smit you , May nane believe him ! And ony De'il that thinks to get you , Good Lord deceive him . THE FAREWELL ...
Side 8
... FAREWELL . FAREWELL , old Scotia's bleak domains , Far dearer than the torrid plains Where rich ananas blow ! Farewell , a mother's blessing dear ! A brother's sigh ! a sister's tear ! My Jean's heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my ...
... FAREWELL . FAREWELL , old Scotia's bleak domains , Far dearer than the torrid plains Where rich ananas blow ! Farewell , a mother's blessing dear ! A brother's sigh ! a sister's tear ! My Jean's heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my ...
Side 77
... FAREWELL ΤΟ BANFF , OR ETTRICK BANKS . ' ' TWAS even the dewy fields were green , On every blade the pearls hang ; The Zephyrs wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the Mavis sang , All nature ...
... FAREWELL ΤΟ BANFF , OR ETTRICK BANKS . ' ' TWAS even the dewy fields were green , On every blade the pearls hang ; The Zephyrs wanton'd round the bean , And bore its fragrant sweets alang : In every glen the Mavis sang , All nature ...
Side 78
... FAREWELL , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies , Now gay with the bright setting sun ! Farewell , loves and friendships , ye dear , tender ties , Our race of existence is run ! Thou grim King of Terrors , thou life's gloomy ...
... FAREWELL , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies , Now gay with the bright setting sun ! Farewell , loves and friendships , ye dear , tender ties , Our race of existence is run ! Thou grim King of Terrors , thou life's gloomy ...
Side 86
... The wan moon is setting behind the white wave , And time is setting with me , Oh ! False friends , false love , farewell ! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them , nor thee , Oh ! She has open'd the door , she has open'd it 86 The Songs.
... The wan moon is setting behind the white wave , And time is setting with me , Oh ! False friends , false love , farewell ! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them , nor thee , Oh ! She has open'd the door , she has open'd it 86 The Songs.
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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Side 206 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Side 207 - 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 135 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie 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...
Side 202 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Side 135 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Side 130 - 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 204 - 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...