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 52
... now , ye lousie bitch , To thresh my back at sic a pitch ? Losh , man ! hae mercy wi ' your natch , Your bodkin's bauld , I didna suffer ha'f sae much Frae Daddie Auld . What tho ' at times when I grow crouse , 52 The Poems.
... now , ye lousie bitch , To thresh my back at sic a pitch ? Losh , man ! hae mercy wi ' your natch , Your bodkin's bauld , I didna suffer ha'f sae much Frae Daddie Auld . What tho ' at times when I grow crouse , 52 The Poems.
Side 53
... grow crouse , I gi'e their wames a random pouse , Is that enough for you to souse Your servant sae ? Gae mind your seam , ye prick - the - louse , An ' jag - the - flae . King David o ' poetic brief , Wrought ' mang the lasses such ...
... grow crouse , I gi'e their wames a random pouse , Is that enough for you to souse Your servant sae ? Gae mind your seam , ye prick - the - louse , An ' jag - the - flae . King David o ' poetic brief , Wrought ' mang the lasses such ...
Side 101
... grows , Ca ' them where the burnie rows , My bonie dearie . HARK ! the mavis ' evening sang Sounding Clouden's woods amang , Then a faulding let us gang , My bonie dearie . Ca ' the , & c . We'll gae down by Clouden side , Thro ' the ...
... grows , Ca ' them where the burnie rows , My bonie dearie . HARK ! the mavis ' evening sang Sounding Clouden's woods amang , Then a faulding let us gang , My bonie dearie . Ca ' the , & c . We'll gae down by Clouden side , Thro ' the ...
Side 102
... Unto these rosy lips to grow ! Such was my Chloris ' bonie face , When first her bonie face I saw , And aye my Chloris ' dearest charm , She says she lo'es me best of a ' . Like harmony her motion ; Her pretty ancle is a 102 The Songs.
... Unto these rosy lips to grow ! Such was my Chloris ' bonie face , When first her bonie face I saw , And aye my Chloris ' dearest charm , She says she lo'es me best of a ' . Like harmony her motion ; Her pretty ancle is a 102 The Songs.
Side 120
... grows ; But the rapturous charm o ' the bonie green knowes , Ilk spring they're new deckit wi ' bonie white yowes . Then hey , & c . And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest , The brightest o ' beauty may cloy , when possest ; But ...
... grows ; But the rapturous charm o ' the bonie green knowes , Ilk spring they're new deckit wi ' bonie white yowes . Then hey , & c . And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest , The brightest o ' beauty may cloy , when possest ; But ...
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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...