The Songs of Robert Burns, Bind 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 sider |
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Side 25
... winna , canna be , Thou for thine may choose me , Let me , lassie , quickly die , Trusting that thou lo'es me- Lassie , let me quickly die , Trusting that thou lo'es me . BANKS OF CREE . TUNE " THE FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH. OF BURNS . 25.
... winna , canna be , Thou for thine may choose me , Let me , lassie , quickly die , Trusting that thou lo'es me- Lassie , let me quickly die , Trusting that thou lo'es me . BANKS OF CREE . TUNE " THE FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH. OF BURNS . 25.
Side 39
... winna let you in , jo . CHORUS . I tell you now this ae night , This ae , ae , ae night ; And ance for a ' this ae night , I winna let you in , jo . The snellest blast , at mirkest hours , That round OF BURNS . 39.
... winna let you in , jo . CHORUS . I tell you now this ae night , This ae , ae , ae night ; And ance for a ' this ae night , I winna let you in , jo . The snellest blast , at mirkest hours , That round OF BURNS . 39.
Side 78
... winna tak away ; And a ' to be a Posie to my ain dear May . The woodbine I will pu ' when the e'ening star is near , And the diamond draps o ' dew shall be her een sae clear ; The violet's for modesty which weel she fa's to wear , And a ...
... winna tak away ; And a ' to be a Posie to my ain dear May . The woodbine I will pu ' when the e'ening star is near , And the diamond draps o ' dew shall be her een sae clear ; The violet's for modesty which weel she fa's to wear , And a ...
Side 90
... a tale of woe , As ever met a Briton's ear ! He sang wi ' joy his former day , He weeping wail'd his latter times ; But what he said it was nae play , I winna ventur't in my rhymes . O , WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST . TUNE- 90 THE SONGS.
... a tale of woe , As ever met a Briton's ear ! He sang wi ' joy his former day , He weeping wail'd his latter times ; But what he said it was nae play , I winna ventur't in my rhymes . O , WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST . TUNE- 90 THE SONGS.
Side 111
... winna ease the thraws In my bosom swelling ; Underneath the grass - green sod Soon maun be my dwelling . OH , WERE MY LOVE YON LILAC FAIR . TUNE " HUGHIE GRAHAM . " H , WERE my love yon lilac fair , Wi ' purple blossoms to the spring ...
... winna ease the thraws In my bosom swelling ; Underneath the grass - green sod Soon maun be my dwelling . OH , WERE MY LOVE YON LILAC FAIR . TUNE " HUGHIE GRAHAM . " H , WERE my love yon lilac fair , Wi ' purple blossoms to the spring ...
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aboon ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks barley birds Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blink blithe bloom bonnie lass bonnie Mary bosom bower braes breast Buy braw troggin canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil dimin e'en e'er Eppie fair Farewell flower fortune's frae Gala Water glen green grows bonnie wi gude hame heart Here's a health Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss lassie lawin lo'es luve Mally's maun monie morning nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre Phillis pleasure roar rue grows bonnie siller simmer sing snaw soger sweet syne tear thee thine thou hast thyme Tibbie wander wanton weary weel Whigs wife wild Willie win my love wind winna wither'd ye'll Ye're young young Jessie
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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.