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 26
... song , Sweet Echo is no more . Ye jarring , screeching things around , Scream your discordant joys ; Now half your din of tuneless sound With Echo silent lies . LINES WRITTEN AT LOUDON MANSE . THE night was still 26 The Poems ON THE ...
... song , Sweet Echo is no more . Ye jarring , screeching things around , Scream your discordant joys ; Now half your din of tuneless sound With Echo silent lies . LINES WRITTEN AT LOUDON MANSE . THE night was still 26 The Poems ON THE ...
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... song , Let Syme , Burns , and Maxwell pervade every throng , With Crackn the attorney , and Mundell the quack , Send Willie the monger to hell with a smack . These verses were handed over the table to Burns at a convivial meeting , and ...
... song , Let Syme , Burns , and Maxwell pervade every throng , With Crackn the attorney , and Mundell the quack , Send Willie the monger to hell with a smack . These verses were handed over the table to Burns at a convivial meeting , and ...
Side 44
... song : But here an ancient nation , fam'd afar For genius , learning high , as great in war- Hail , Caledonia ! name for ever dear ! Before whose sons I'm honour'd to appear ! Where every science , every nobler art— That can inform the ...
... song : But here an ancient nation , fam'd afar For genius , learning high , as great in war- Hail , Caledonia ! name for ever dear ! Before whose sons I'm honour'd to appear ! Where every science , every nobler art— That can inform the ...
Side 46
... song , Look down with gracious eyes ; And bless auld Coila , large and long , With multiplying joys . Long may she stand to prop the land , The flow'r of ancient nations ; And Burns's spring , her fame to sing , To endless generations ...
... song , Look down with gracious eyes ; And bless auld Coila , large and long , With multiplying joys . Long may she stand to prop the land , The flow'r of ancient nations ; And Burns's spring , her fame to sing , To endless generations ...
Side 59
... Song , boys , I'll give you a Toast , — Here's the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost : That we lost , did I say ? nay , by heav'n , that we found , For their fame it shall last while the world goes round . The next in ...
... Song , boys , I'll give you a Toast , — Here's the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost : That we lost , did I say ? nay , by heav'n , that we found , For their fame it shall last while the world goes round . The next in ...
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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...