The Songs of Robert Burns, Bind 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 sider |
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... '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 ! B Fair is the morn in flowery May , And sweet. SONGS OF ROBERT BURNS . ...
... '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 ! B Fair is the morn in flowery May , And sweet. SONGS OF ROBERT BURNS . ...
Side 4
... morning sun , To rouse the mountain deer , my jo ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen , Along the burn to steer , my jo ; Gie me the hour o ' gloamin grey , It maks my heart sae cheery O , To meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind ...
... morning sun , To rouse the mountain deer , my jo ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen , Along the burn to steer , my jo ; Gie me the hour o ' gloamin grey , It maks my heart sae cheery O , To meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind ...
Side 5
... morning , the fairest in May ; She's sweet as the evening amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my ee . But oh ! she's an heiress , auld Robin's a laird , And my ...
... morning , the fairest in May ; She's sweet as the evening amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my ee . But oh ! she's an heiress , auld Robin's a laird , And my ...
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... morning , And sweet is the lily at evening close ; But in the fair presence o ' lovely young Jessie , Unseen is the lily , unheeded the rose . Love sits in her smile , a wizard ensnaring ; Enthroned in her een he delivers his law : And ...
... morning , And sweet is the lily at evening close ; But in the fair presence o ' lovely young Jessie , Unseen is the lily , unheeded the rose . Love sits in her smile , a wizard ensnaring ; Enthroned in her een he delivers his law : And ...
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... Logan Braes . Again the merry month o ' May Has made our hills and valleys gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy bowers , The bees hum round the breathing flowers ; Blithe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears OF BURNS . 15.
... Logan Braes . Again the merry month o ' May Has made our hills and valleys gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy bowers , The bees hum round the breathing flowers ; Blithe morning lifts his rosy eye , And evening's tears OF BURNS . 15.
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Amang arms auld banks bear birds bloom blue body bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast charms CHORUS comes dear dearie fair Farewell fell flower frae glen green grows guid hame hand happy hast head heart Here's Highland hills hope hour I'll ilka Jamie John kind King kiss laddie lass lassie leave light live lo'es look lord lover mair Mary maun meet monie morning ne'er never night o'er owre peace pleasure poor pride rose round seen sing sorrow spring stream sweet tear tell thee thing thou thought thyme true TUNE wander weary weel wife wild Willie wind winter woods young
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Side 61 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight 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 79 - DELIGHT." [JE 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...
Side 91 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Side 140 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, 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.
Side 171 - 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 97 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And 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 97 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. Y 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 230 - 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 66 - 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 66 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.