The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Bind 4Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 sider |
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Side 5
... weel as a wiser man . " Pennycuik , a bard who has scarcely ceased to be popular among the peasantry , wrote " Rome's Legacy to the Kirk of Scotland ; or , a Satire on the Stool of Repent- ance . " Some of his verses are sharp and ...
... weel as a wiser man . " Pennycuik , a bard who has scarcely ceased to be popular among the peasantry , wrote " Rome's Legacy to the Kirk of Scotland ; or , a Satire on the Stool of Repent- ance . " Some of his verses are sharp and ...
Side 7
... weel's mysel . To the weavers gin ye go , fair maids , To the weavers gin ye go ; I rede you right gang ne'er at night , To the weavers gin ye go . " The chorus of this song is old , " says Burns in his notes on the Musical Museum ...
... weel's mysel . To the weavers gin ye go , fair maids , To the weavers gin ye go ; I rede you right gang ne'er at night , To the weavers gin ye go . " The chorus of this song is old , " says Burns in his notes on the Musical Museum ...
Side 10
... weel , come woe , I care na by , I'll tak what Heav'n will sen ' me , O ; Nae ither care in life have I , But live , an ' love my Nannie , O. Nannie Fleming , a servant in Calcothill , near Lochlea , was the heroine of this fine song ...
... weel , come woe , I care na by , I'll tak what Heav'n will sen ' me , O ; Nae ither care in life have I , But live , an ' love my Nannie , O. Nannie Fleming , a servant in Calcothill , near Lochlea , was the heroine of this fine song ...
Side 17
... weel declare ; The last thing that he wrought , It was ane woman fair . In warkes we see , the last to be Maist plesand and preclair , Ane help to man , God made her than ; What will ye I say mair ? " : - A passage of " Cupid's ...
... weel declare ; The last thing that he wrought , It was ane woman fair . In warkes we see , the last to be Maist plesand and preclair , Ane help to man , God made her than ; What will ye I say mair ? " : - A passage of " Cupid's ...
Side 92
... to you If ye were ay fou . III . Weel may ye a ' be ! Ill may we never see ! God bless the king , boys , And the companie ! Hey tutti , taiti , How tutti , taiti— Wha's fou now ? Two of the verses of this song are by Burns 92.
... to you If ye were ay fou . III . Weel may ye a ' be ! Ill may we never see ! God bless the king , boys , And the companie ! Hey tutti , taiti , How tutti , taiti— Wha's fou now ? Two of the verses of this song are by Burns 92.
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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