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... are shyer . The auld guidmen , about the grace , Frae side to side they bother , Till ... ye wanted , An ' dinna , for a kebbuck - heel , Let lasses be affronted On ... re a ' in famous tune For crack that day . How monie hearts this day ...
... are shyer . The auld guidmen , about the grace , Frae side to side they bother , Till ... ye wanted , An ' dinna , for a kebbuck - heel , Let lasses be affronted On ... re a ' in famous tune For crack that day . How monie hearts this day ...
Side 25
... ye been mawin ' When ither folk are busy sawin ' ? ' It seemed to mak a kind o ' stan ' , But naething spak ; At length , says I , ' Friend , whare ye gaun , Will ye go back ? ' It spak right howe , But be na fleyed . ' Ye're maybe come ...
... ye been mawin ' When ither folk are busy sawin ' ? ' It seemed to mak a kind o ' stan ' , But naething spak ; At length , says I , ' Friend , whare ye gaun , Will ye go back ? ' It spak right howe , But be na fleyed . ' Ye're maybe come ...
Side 26
... re gree't ; We'll ease our shanks an ' tak a seat , Come , gie's your news ; This while ye hae been mony a gate , At mony a house . ' ' Ay , ay ! ' quo ' he , an ' shook his head , ' It's e'en a lang , lang time indeed Sin ' I began to ...
... re gree't ; We'll ease our shanks an ' tak a seat , Come , gie's your news ; This while ye hae been mony a gate , At mony a house . ' ' Ay , ay ! ' quo ' he , an ' shook his head , ' It's e'en a lang , lang time indeed Sin ' I began to ...
Side 34
... Ye're still as great a stirk . But , if the lover's raptured hour Shall ever be your lot , Forbid it , every heavenly power , You e'er should be a stot ! Though , when some kind , connubial dear , Your but - and - ben adorns , The like ...
... Ye're still as great a stirk . But , if the lover's raptured hour Shall ever be your lot , Forbid it , every heavenly power , You e'er should be a stot ! Though , when some kind , connubial dear , Your but - and - ben adorns , The like ...
Side 35
... ye're numbered wi ' the dead , Below a grassy hillock , Wi ' justice they may mark your head- ' Here lies a famous bullock ! ' ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID , OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS . ' My son , these maxims make a rule , And lump them aye ...
... ye're numbered wi ' the dead , Below a grassy hillock , Wi ' justice they may mark your head- ' Here lies a famous bullock ! ' ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID , OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS . ' My son , these maxims make a rule , And lump them aye ...
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amang auld baith Balmaghie bard billie blast bless blest blow bonnie bonnie lasses braw brunstane Burns canna cauld chiel CLARINDA Claut Crunt dear death Deil DUMFRIES E'en e'er fair fame fate fear Fortune's frae GAVIN HAMILTON grace grief guid hame hast hear heart Heaven hell holy honest honour ither Johnny Kennin Kilmarnock laird lasses leuk Lord Mauchline maun meikle mony mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er pity pleasure poet poor Poussie prayer pride rhyme roar Samson's dead sang scenes Scotia's sigh sing skelpin sorrow soul sparklin sweet ta'en tear tell thee There's thou twa glancin unco VERSES wander warl weel Whare Whigs whyles wild Willie Willie's awa winds winna wrang wretch ye hae Ye ken Ye'll ye're
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Side 58 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart aye's the part aye, That makes us right or wrang.
Side 9 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Side 11 - 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 10 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Side 13 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
Side 169 - Began the reverend sage ; Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
Side 254 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave.
Side 15 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main : Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out, " Weel done, Cutty-sark !" And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
Side 10 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter ; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories ; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus : The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy : As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure ; Kings may be blest, but Tam was...
Side 170 - Supported is his right ; But see him on the edge of life, With Cares and Sorrows worn, Then Age and Want, oh ! ill match'd pair '. Show man was made to mourn.