 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 460 sider
...linn ; Ha, ha, Time and chance are but a tide, Ha, t>a, &e. Slighted love is sair to bide, Ha, ha, &c. Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to — France for me ! Ha, ha, How it oomes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, 6JV. Meg grew sick — as he grew heal, Ha, ba, &c. Something... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 450 sider
...ha, Sec. How it comes let Doctors tell, Ha, ha, 8cc. Meg grew sick — as he grew heal, Ha, ha, 8cc. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings ; And O, her e'en, they spak sic things ! Ha, ha, 8cc. Duncan * A well-known rock in the frith of Clyde. E. Duncan was a lad o'... | |
 | Robert Hartley Cromek - 1810 - 260 sider
...are but a tide, Ha, ha, &;c. Slighted love is sair to bide, Ha, ha, fyc. Shall I, like a fool, quo' he, For a haughty hizzie die ; She may gae to — France for me ! Ha, ha, fyc. How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, fyc. Meg grew sick — as he grew heal, Ha, ha, fyc. Something... | |
 | Robert Burns, James Currie - 1814 - 502 sider
...Aa, 6-e. Time and ehanee are hut a tide, Ha, Art, ;ire. Slighted love is sair to hide, /Ja, Aa, dre. Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to— Franee for me ! Ha, ha, ire. How it eomes let doetors tell, Ha, Aa, ire. Meg grew siek — as he grew... | |
 | Scottish songs - 1816 - 378 sider
...love is sair to bide, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings; For relief a sigh she brings; And O, her een they spate sic things! Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Meg grew sick—as he grew heal, Ha, ha, the wooing o't.... | |
 | 1839 - 870 sider
...doctors tell, Ha, ha, the wooing o't : Meg grew sick as he giew hail, Ha, ha, the woooig o'i : Somi-thing in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings ; And O ! her een they spake sic things ! Ha, ha, the wooing o'c. person with whom our townsmen are well acquainted as a member... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 418 sider
...ha, &c. Time and chance are but a tide, /A i, /»i, &c. Slighted love is sair to bide, llu, ha, &c. Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie...die > She may gae to — France for me ! //,;, ha, &c. Mow it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, &c. Meg grew sick as he grew heal, Something in her bosom... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 274 sider
...Ha, ha, Sfc. Time and chance are but a tide, Ha, ha, Sfc. Slighted love is sair to bide, Ha, ha, Sfc. Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to — France for me ! Jin, ha, Sfc. O POORTITH. 67 How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, Sfc. Meg grew sick — as he... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 sider
...Ha, ha, $c. Time and chance are but a tide, Ha, ha, $c. Slighted love is sair to bide, Ha, ha, $r. Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to — France for me ! Ha, Jia, 4,0. How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, S[c. Meg grew sick — as he grew heal, Ha, ha, $c.... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 sider
...chance are but a tide, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Slighted love is sair to bide, . Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to—France—for me! Ha, ha, the wooing o't. How it comes let doctors tell, Ha, ha, the wooing o't;... | |
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Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to — France for me ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't. 
