Poems: Poems-v. 2. Poems as they appeared inthe early Edinburgh editions.-v. 3. Posthmuous [!] poems.-v. 4. SongsJ. M'Kie, 1786 |
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Side 34
... she'll kilt , An ' durk an ' pistol at her belt , She'll tak the streets , An ' rin her whittle to the hilt , ' I ' th ' firft fhe meets ! For G - d - fake , Sirs ! then speak her fair , An ' ftraik her cannie wi ' the hair , An ' to ...
... she'll kilt , An ' durk an ' pistol at her belt , She'll tak the streets , An ' rin her whittle to the hilt , ' I ' th ' firft fhe meets ! For G - d - fake , Sirs ! then speak her fair , An ' ftraik her cannie wi ' the hair , An ' to ...
Side 35
... fear their foul reproach Nor erudition , * A worthy old Hoftefs of the Author's in Mauchline , where he sometimes ftudies Politics over a glass of guid , auld Scotch Drink . le ettle , Or faith ! I'll wad m She'll D 2 ( 35 )
... fear their foul reproach Nor erudition , * A worthy old Hoftefs of the Author's in Mauchline , where he sometimes ftudies Politics over a glass of guid , auld Scotch Drink . le ettle , Or faith ! I'll wad m She'll D 2 ( 35 )
Side 35
Robert Burns. le ettle , Or faith ! I'll wad m She'll teach you , w This Her lo ( Deil n An ' no An ' L Her tarta An ' durk An ' rin he For G- Traik h An ' ftrive , wi ' a ' your Wit. ( 34 ) ( 34.
Robert Burns. le ettle , Or faith ! I'll wad m She'll teach you , w This Her lo ( Deil n An ' no An ' L Her tarta An ' durk An ' rin he For G- Traik h An ' ftrive , wi ' a ' your Wit. ( 34 ) ( 34.
Side 36
... She's just a devil wi ' a rung ; An ' if she promise auld or young To tak their part , Tho ' by the neck the should be ftrung , She'll no defert . And now , ye chofen FIVE AND FOR- TY , May still Mither's heart fupport ye ; your Then ...
... She's just a devil wi ' a rung ; An ' if she promise auld or young To tak their part , Tho ' by the neck the should be ftrung , She'll no defert . And now , ye chofen FIVE AND FOR- TY , May still Mither's heart fupport ye ; your Then ...
Side 37
... She eyes her freeborn , martial boys , Tak aff their Whisky . What tho ' their Phoebus kinder warms , While Fragrance blooms an ' Beauty charms ! When wretches range , in famish'd fwarms , The fcented groves , Or hounded forth ...
... She eyes her freeborn , martial boys , Tak aff their Whisky . What tho ' their Phoebus kinder warms , While Fragrance blooms an ' Beauty charms ! When wretches range , in famish'd fwarms , The fcented groves , Or hounded forth ...
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