The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Bind 4Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 sider |
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... ... MY HOGGIE .. HER DADDIE FORBAD ....... ......... . UP IN THE MORNING EARLY ....... THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER ...................... HEY , THE DUSTY MILLER ......... ...................................................
... ... MY HOGGIE .. HER DADDIE FORBAD ....... ......... . UP IN THE MORNING EARLY ....... THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER ...................... HEY , THE DUSTY MILLER ......... ...................................................
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... morning , The rosy dawn , the springing grass , With early gems adorning : Her eyes outshine the radiant beams That gild the passing shower , And glitter o'er the crystal streams , And cheer each fresh'ning flower . II . Her lips , more ...
... morning , The rosy dawn , the springing grass , With early gems adorning : Her eyes outshine the radiant beams That gild the passing shower , And glitter o'er the crystal streams , And cheer each fresh'ning flower . II . Her lips , more ...
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... morning dews . And maun I still on Menie doat , And bear the scorn that's in her e'e ? For it's jet , jet black , and like a hawk , And winna let a body be . II . In vain to me the cowslips blaw , In vain to me the vi'lets spring ; In ...
... morning dews . And maun I still on Menie doat , And bear the scorn that's in her e'e ? For it's jet , jet black , and like a hawk , And winna let a body be . II . In vain to me the cowslips blaw , In vain to me the vi'lets spring ; In ...
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... morning dawn When rising Phoebus first is seen , When dew - drops twinkle o'er the lawn ; An ' she's twa glancin ' sparklin ' een . III . She's stately like yon youthful ash , That grows the cowslip braes between , And shoots its head ...
... morning dawn When rising Phoebus first is seen , When dew - drops twinkle o'er the lawn ; An ' she's twa glancin ' sparklin ' een . III . She's stately like yon youthful ash , That grows the cowslip braes between , And shoots its head ...
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... in a lonely glade , A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like nature's vernal smile , Perfection whisper'd , passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! III . Fair is the morn in flow'ry May , ...
... in a lonely glade , A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like nature's vernal smile , Perfection whisper'd , passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! III . Fair is the morn in flow'ry May , ...
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amang auld Ballochmyle banks Bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blaw Blithe body kiss bonnie Doon Bonnie lassie bonnie Mary bosom braes braw Burns Charlie Charlie Stewart charms CHORUS Collier Laddie composed daunton dear dearie Deil e'en Ecclefechan Eppie M'Nab fair Farewell favourite flower frae glen green grows bonnie wi gude hame heart heroine Highland laddie ilka Inverness jacobite Jamie John Anderson Kenmure's kiss lady lass lawin lo'e luve lyric mair Mauchline maun merry miller morning muse Musical Museum naebody Nannie ne'er night Nith o'er old song owre parcel of rogues Poet Poet's rue grows bonnie says Scotland Scottish sing sparklin strain sweet sweetly thee There's thou thro thyme Tune verses weary weaver weel Whigs wife Willie win my love wind wither'd wrote ye go ye'll Ye're yon town young
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Side 284 - 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 246 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Side 131 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...
Side 137 - 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 159 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My 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 ?" Harris's " Tarn o' Shanter" has been considered one of his best compositions.
Side 282 - A waefu' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee ! A RED, RED ROSE TUNE—
Side 15 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Side 158 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O 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?
Side 145 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here : My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Side 15 - But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a