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Robert Burns. 21 x64 CONTENTS OF THE SECOND VOLUME . The Italic letters indicate the publication in which the several compositions respectively appeared : see note prefixed to the Contents of Volume I. PAGE The Holy Fair • a 1 A Bard's ...
Robert Burns. 21 x64 CONTENTS OF THE SECOND VOLUME . The Italic letters indicate the publication in which the several compositions respectively appeared : see note prefixed to the Contents of Volume I. PAGE The Holy Fair • a 1 A Bard's ...
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... Letter to James Tennant of Glenconner Address to the Toothache The Kirk's Alarm 178 180 9 181 e 184 g 185 SONG Willie Brewed a Peck o ' Maut . d 193 The Whistle с 194 To Mary in Heaven d 200 To Dr. Blacklock e 203 с 206 On Captain ...
... Letter to James Tennant of Glenconner Address to the Toothache The Kirk's Alarm 178 180 9 181 e 184 g 185 SONG Willie Brewed a Peck o ' Maut . d 193 The Whistle с 194 To Mary in Heaven d 200 To Dr. Blacklock e 203 с 206 On Captain ...
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... Letter from a Blacksmith to the Ministers and Elders of the Church of Scotland . " In Scotland , " says this writer , " they run from kirk to kirk , and flock to see a sacrament , and make the same use of it that the papists do of their ...
... Letter from a Blacksmith to the Ministers and Elders of the Church of Scotland . " In Scotland , " says this writer , " they run from kirk to kirk , and flock to see a sacrament , and make the same use of it that the papists do of their ...
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... letter to Mr. Thom- son , " let me apologise for the many silly compositions of mine in this work . Many beautiful airs wanted words , and in the hurry of other avocations , if I could string a parcel of rhymes together , anything near ...
... letter to Mr. Thom- son , " let me apologise for the many silly compositions of mine in this work . Many beautiful airs wanted words , and in the hurry of other avocations , if I could string a parcel of rhymes together , anything near ...
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... letter , quit Wi ' humble prayer to join and share This festive Fête Champêtre . THE DAY RETURNS . TUNE - Seventh of November . " Johnson's collection of Scots songs is going on in the third volume ; and , of consequence , finds me a 1 ...
... letter , quit Wi ' humble prayer to join and share This festive Fête Champêtre . THE DAY RETURNS . TUNE - Seventh of November . " Johnson's collection of Scots songs is going on in the third volume ; and , of consequence , finds me a 1 ...
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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...