The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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Side xxi
... poor heart be glad , · How cold is that bosom which folly once fired , How cruel are the parents , • How lang and dreary is the night , Husband , husband , cease your strife , I call no goddess to inspire my strains , I gaed a waefu ...
... poor heart be glad , · How cold is that bosom which folly once fired , How cruel are the parents , • How lang and dreary is the night , Husband , husband , cease your strife , I call no goddess to inspire my strains , I gaed a waefu ...
Side 4
... poor shepherd's mournful fate ! Ah ! Chloris , could I now but sit , & c . you cannot mend ; but such in- sipid stuff as , To Fanny fair could I impart , & c . usually set to The Mill , Mill O , is a disgrace to the collections in which ...
... poor shepherd's mournful fate ! Ah ! Chloris , could I now but sit , & c . you cannot mend ; but such in- sipid stuff as , To Fanny fair could I impart , & c . usually set to The Mill , Mill O , is a disgrace to the collections in which ...
Side 8
... poor enough : When o'er the hill the eastern star , Tells bugthin - time is near , my jo ; And owsen frae the furrow'd field , Return sae dowf and weary O ; Down by the burn , where scented birks * Wi ' dew are hanging clear , my jo , I ...
... poor enough : When o'er the hill the eastern star , Tells bugthin - time is near , my jo ; And owsen frae the furrow'd field , Return sae dowf and weary O ; Down by the burn , where scented birks * Wi ' dew are hanging clear , my jo , I ...
Side 18
... poor stuff , and unworthy , altogether unworthy , of so beautiful an air . I tried to mend it , but the awkward sound Ogie recurring so often in the rhyme , spoils every at- tempt at introducing sentiment into the piece . The The ...
... poor stuff , and unworthy , altogether unworthy , of so beautiful an air . I tried to mend it , but the awkward sound Ogie recurring so often in the rhyme , spoils every at- tempt at introducing sentiment into the piece . The The ...
Side 26
... fu ' , Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Maggie coost her head fu ' high , Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Duncan Duncan fleech'd , and Duncan pray'd : Ha , ha 26.
... fu ' , Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Maggie coost her head fu ' high , Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Duncan Duncan fleech'd , and Duncan pray'd : Ha , ha 26.
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Side 126 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Side 331 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Side 17 - 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 293 - 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' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Side 217 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a
Side 122 - 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 216 - Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Side 343 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
Side 42 - 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 302 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; 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...