Poems, Bind 2trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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Side iii
... dear Nature's Child , Sublime , pathetic , artless , wil , Of all thy quips and cranks despoir'd , Cold dost fagy lie ! And many a Youth and Majden mild , Shall o'er thee sigh ! " RUSHTON . EDINBURGH : PRINTED FOR THE TRUSTEES OF THE ...
... dear Nature's Child , Sublime , pathetic , artless , wil , Of all thy quips and cranks despoir'd , Cold dost fagy lie ! And many a Youth and Majden mild , Shall o'er thee sigh ! " RUSHTON . EDINBURGH : PRINTED FOR THE TRUSTEES OF THE ...
Side vi
... dear tittie " Song 41 Song 42 * Song 43 . Song 44 : Omekle thinks : my love o ' my beauty " Gane is the day , and mirk's the night ” What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie " • . 111 113 • 115 · • 117 121 124 126 · 128 · 130 ...
... dear tittie " Song 41 Song 42 * Song 43 . Song 44 : Omekle thinks : my love o ' my beauty " Gane is the day , and mirk's the night ” What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie " • . 111 113 • 115 · • 117 121 124 126 · 128 · 130 ...
Side 13
... , Ilk man and mother's son , take heed : Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think , ye may buy the joys o'er dear , Remember Tam o ' Shanter's mare . ΤΟ MISS CRUICK SHANKS , A VERY YOUNG LADY : 13.
... , Ilk man and mother's son , take heed : Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think , ye may buy the joys o'er dear , Remember Tam o ' Shanter's mare . ΤΟ MISS CRUICK SHANKS , A VERY YOUNG LADY : 13.
Side 21
... dear embrace . Here happy too , at vernal dawn , Some musing bard may stray , And eye the smoking dewy - lawn , And misty mountain , grey ; Or , by the reaper's nightly beam , Mild - chequering thro ' the trees , Rave to my darkly ...
... dear embrace . Here happy too , at vernal dawn , Some musing bard may stray , And eye the smoking dewy - lawn , And misty mountain , grey ; Or , by the reaper's nightly beam , Mild - chequering thro ' the trees , Rave to my darkly ...
Side 44
... dear ; I hae been merry drinkin ; I hae been joyfu ' gath'rin gear ; I hae been happy thinking : But a ' the pleasures e'er I saw , Tho ' three times doubl❜d fairly , That happy night was worth them a ' , Amang the rigs o ' barley ...
... dear ; I hae been merry drinkin ; I hae been joyfu ' gath'rin gear ; I hae been happy thinking : But a ' the pleasures e'er I saw , Tho ' three times doubl❜d fairly , That happy night was worth them a ' , Amang the rigs o ' barley ...
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admiration ain dear Amang ance auld Ayrshire bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest Blythe Bonny lassie bosom braes braw John Highlandman brunstane character charms CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie e'en e'er elekit fair Flow gently flowers frae Francis lay gallant gear genius Glen grace gude ha'e hame happy heart heaven herds Highland humour ilka John Anderson Kilmarnock Lal de daudle Lal de lal lass lave o't love thee luve mair Mauchline maun meikle merry ploughboy mind mony muse ne'er never night o'er owre the lave play'd pleasure poem poet poor racters RECITATIVO roar ROB MORRIS ROBERT BURNS Shanter Sing skelpin sodger laddie SONG soul Strathspey sweet Afton taste thegither There's thou thro Tibbie tion wander weel whistle owre wild Willie wind ye'll yon town
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Side 4 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Side 116 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie 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 105 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Side 6 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Side 5 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Side 11 - Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Side 159 - 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
Side 10 - As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
Side 13 - The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Side 12 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin ! Kate soon will be a woefu...