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... Wandering Willie 209 Open the Door to me , 209 Young Jessie . I hae a Wife o ' my ain O , for ane - and - twenty , Tam O , Kenmure's on and awa ' Nithsdale's welcome Hame As I was a wand'ring My Collier Laddie Bess and her Spinning ...
... Wandering Willie 209 Open the Door to me , 209 Young Jessie . I hae a Wife o ' my ain O , for ane - and - twenty , Tam O , Kenmure's on and awa ' Nithsdale's welcome Hame As I was a wand'ring My Collier Laddie Bess and her Spinning ...
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... As on the Banks of wandering Nith To Chloris The Laddies on the Banks of Nith The Five Carlins The Dean of Faculty . 307 310 310 312 313 • 314 · 315 316 319 POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . xvi CONTENTS .
... As on the Banks of wandering Nith To Chloris The Laddies on the Banks of Nith The Five Carlins The Dean of Faculty . 307 310 310 312 313 • 314 · 315 316 319 POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . xvi CONTENTS .
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... wander at their will ; So may his flock increase , an ' grow To scores o ' lambs , an ' packs o ' woo ' ! ' Tell him , he was a master kin ' , An ' aye was guid to me and mine ; An ' now my dying charge I gi'e him , My helpless lambs I ...
... wander at their will ; So may his flock increase , an ' grow To scores o ' lambs , an ' packs o ' woo ' ! ' Tell him , he was a master kin ' , An ' aye was guid to me and mine ; An ' now my dying charge I gi'e him , My helpless lambs I ...
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... hersel ' wi ' mense ; I'll say ' t , she never brak a fence Through thievish greed . Our bardie , lanely , keeps the spence Sin ' Mailie's dead . Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her 54 THE POEMS OF Poor Mailie's Elegy.
... hersel ' wi ' mense ; I'll say ' t , she never brak a fence Through thievish greed . Our bardie , lanely , keeps the spence Sin ' Mailie's dead . Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her 54 THE POEMS OF Poor Mailie's Elegy.
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Robert Burns. Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her living image , in her yowe , Comes bleating to him , owre the knowe , For bits o ' bread ; An ' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead . She was nae get o ' moorland tips , Wi ...
Robert Burns. Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her living image , in her yowe , Comes bleating to him , owre the knowe , For bits o ' bread ; An ' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead . She was nae get o ' moorland tips , Wi ...
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aboon AE FOND KISS Amang auld auld lang syne baith banks birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast canna cauld charms Chloris Collier Laddie dearie Deil e'en e'er Eppie fair Farewell fête champêtre flowers frae gi'e glen green guid hame heart Heaven Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie Jean John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss laird lassie lave o't lo'es Lord Lord Gregory luve maid Mary maun merry mony morning Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poor pride roar round sang simmer sing snaw sodger sugh sweet syne tell thee There's thine unco wander weary wee thing weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild Willie wind wooing o't Ye'll young young Jessie
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Side 22 - 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. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Side 21 - 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 98 - Thou's met me in an evil hour : For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem ! Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckled breast, When upward springing blithe to greet The purpling East.
Side 174 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, — Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love?
Side 19 - 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 22 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Side 126 - MARY. 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 229 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Side 18 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Side 217 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.