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... Whistle . 299 241 A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son 242 Elegy on Miss Burnet of Monhoddo .. 302 Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord , Bart . , of Whitefoord , with the forego- ing Poem . 309 ...
... Whistle . 299 241 A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son 242 Elegy on Miss Burnet of Monhoddo .. 302 Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord , Bart . , of Whitefoord , with the forego- ing Poem . 309 ...
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... Whistle , and I'll come to you , my .377 " I am my mammy's ae bairn " . 379 The Birks of Aberfeldy " My heart was ance as blithe and free " 379 Macpherson's Farewell My Nannie O A Fragment . wander " . " One night as I did Bonnie Peggy ...
... Whistle , and I'll come to you , my .377 " I am my mammy's ae bairn " . 379 The Birks of Aberfeldy " My heart was ance as blithe and free " 379 Macpherson's Farewell My Nannie O A Fragment . wander " . " One night as I did Bonnie Peggy ...
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... Whistle o'er the lave o't O were I on Parnassus ' Hill " There's a youth in this city " . My heart's in the Highlands John Anderson , my Jo Awa , Whigs , awa Ca ' the Ewes to the Knowes Merry hae I been teethin ' a heckle The Braes of ...
... Whistle o'er the lave o't O were I on Parnassus ' Hill " There's a youth in this city " . My heart's in the Highlands John Anderson , my Jo Awa , Whigs , awa Ca ' the Ewes to the Knowes Merry hae I been teethin ' a heckle The Braes of ...
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... Whistle , and I'll come to you , my lad 534 Adown winding Nith I did wander . Come , let me take thee to my breast Daintie Davie . ' Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin 578 How cruel are the parents . 579 535 Mark yonder pomp of ...
... Whistle , and I'll come to you , my lad 534 Adown winding Nith I did wander . Come , let me take thee to my breast Daintie Davie . ' Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin 578 How cruel are the parents . 579 535 Mark yonder pomp of ...
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... whistle clear , With honest joy our hearts will bound , To see the coming year : On braes when we please , then , We'll sit and sowth a tune ; Syne rhyme till❜'t we'll time till't , And sing't when we hae done . It's no in titles nor ...
... whistle clear , With honest joy our hearts will bound , To see the coming year : On braes when we please , then , We'll sit and sowth a tune ; Syne rhyme till❜'t we'll time till't , And sing't when we hae done . It's no in titles nor ...
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aboon amang auld baith banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest bonnie lass bosom braes braw canna charms dear dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland ev'ry fair Farewell Fintray flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jacobite Jamie John John Barleycorn Kilmarnock laddie lady lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun meikle mony morning muse Museum nae mair ne'er never night Nith o'er owre pleasure Poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme roar says Burns Scotland sing skelpin song soul strain sweet tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme Tune Tune-"The twa sparkling roguish unco verses weary weel Whigs whistle whyles wild Willie wind winna ye go ye'll ye're young
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Side 515 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was f u...
Side 163 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Side 134 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Side 158 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Side 485 - Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Side 159 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 157 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Side 515 - Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ' ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Side 160 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Side 45 - THOU, unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear ! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear! If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; — As something, loudly in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; — Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me With passions wild and strong; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.