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... hope , and love and drink , They're a ' in famous tune For crack that day . How monie hearts this day converts O ' sinners and o ' lasses ! 1 Variation " Now Robin Gib , " etc. roar can gates Their hearts o ' stane , gin night , are 12 ...
... hope , and love and drink , They're a ' in famous tune For crack that day . How monie hearts this day converts O ' sinners and o ' lasses ! 1 Variation " Now Robin Gib , " etc. roar can gates Their hearts o ' stane , gin night , are 12 ...
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... hope whose stay and trust is In moral mercy , truth , and justice ! No stretch a point to catch a plack ; Abuse a brother to his back ; Steal through a winnock frae a w- But point the rake that taks the door ; Be to the poor like ony ...
... hope whose stay and trust is In moral mercy , truth , and justice ! No stretch a point to catch a plack ; Abuse a brother to his back ; Steal through a winnock frae a w- But point the rake that taks the door ; Be to the poor like ony ...
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... hope , for ever ! You think I'm glad ; oh , I pay weel For a ' the joy I borrow , In solitude - then , then I feel I canna to mysel ' conceal My deeply - ranklin ' sorrow . Farewell ! within thy bosom free A sigh may whiles awaken n ; A ...
... hope , for ever ! You think I'm glad ; oh , I pay weel For a ' the joy I borrow , In solitude - then , then I feel I canna to mysel ' conceal My deeply - ranklin ' sorrow . Farewell ! within thy bosom free A sigh may whiles awaken n ; A ...
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... hope , their stay , their darling youth , In manhood's dawning blush- Bless him , thou God of love and truth , Up to a parent's wish ! The beauteous , seraph sister - band , With earnest tears I pray , Thou know'st the snares on every ...
... hope , their stay , their darling youth , In manhood's dawning blush- Bless him , thou God of love and truth , Up to a parent's wish ! The beauteous , seraph sister - band , With earnest tears I pray , Thou know'st the snares on every ...
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... hope to gie the jads a clearin ' In fair - play yet . My loss I mourn , but not repent it , I'll seek my pursie whare I tint it ; Ance to the Indies I were wonted , Some cantrip hour , By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted , Then , vive ...
... hope to gie the jads a clearin ' In fair - play yet . My loss I mourn , but not repent it , I'll seek my pursie whare I tint it ; Ance to the Indies I were wonted , Some cantrip hour , By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted , Then , vive ...
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Allan Cunningham amang Auchtertyre auld auld lang syne Ayrshire banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonny lasses bosom braes brig bright Burns Burns's Captain Riddel Castle-Gordon charms CLARINDA Craigdarroch dance dear death deil Duchess of Albany Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Exciseman fair Farewell fate fear Fête Champêtre flowers frae Glen Glenriddel grace hame heart Heaven Highland hills honest honoured Igo and ago Jamie John Johnson's Museum lassie life's Lon'on Lord Mauchline maun meikle Miss monie morning mourn Muse nae mair naebody ne'er never night Nith o'er owre Peggy's pleasure poem poet poor pride rhyme roar Samson's dead Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing song soul sweet tear thee There's thou TUNE verses wander weel Whigs whistle wild Willie wind woods ye'll
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Side 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Side 240 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; A-chasing the deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Side 234 - 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.
Side 280 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me !" LINES SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFOORU OF WHITEFOORD, BART.
Side 142 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, 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 160 - CHORUS. . For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Side 265 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted; Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Side 16 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Side 262 - 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...
Side 269 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...