The poetical works of Robert Burns, with a prefatory notice by J. Skipsey, Bind 21885 |
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aboon ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks Bannocks birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie lass bonnie Mary bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld CESSNOCK charms Chloris Collier Laddie dearie deil e'en e'er ECCLEFECHAN Eppie fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water glen green grows bonnie wi guid hame heart Heaven Here's a health Highland laddie ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss lassie lo'es lover luve MAUCHLINE maun meikle mony morning nane ne'er never night o'er Och-on Phillis pleasure poems poet PREFATORY NOTICE rue grows bonnie sang simmer sing sodger sweet sweetly syne thee thine Thou hast thyme twa glancing wadna wander weary wee thing weel wife wild Willie wind winna wooing o't ye'll Ye're yon town young young Jessie
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Side 29 - 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 strongly draw, Freeman stand, or Freeman fa...
Side 152 - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Side 152 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Side 174 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Side 317 - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave.
Side 186 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest-? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Side 106 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry: Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun ; I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o
Side 221 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Side 150 - We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne. For auld, &c. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, From mornin sun till dine ; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne.
Side 149 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne.