The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... never equal thine . I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary , I hae sworn by the Heavens to be true ; And sae may the Heavens forget me , When I forget my vow ! O plight me your faith , my Mary , And plight me your lily white hand ; O ...
... never equal thine . I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary , I hae sworn by the Heavens to be true ; And sae may the Heavens forget me , When I forget my vow ! O plight me your faith , my Mary , And plight me your lily white hand ; O ...
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... never saw a fairer , I never loe'd a dearer , And niest my heart I'll wear her For fear my jewel tine . She is a winsome wee thing , She is a handsome wee thing , She is a bonnie wee thing , This sweet wee wife o ' mine . The The ...
... never saw a fairer , I never loe'd a dearer , And niest my heart I'll wear her For fear my jewel tine . She is a winsome wee thing , She is a handsome wee thing , She is a bonnie wee thing , This sweet wee wife o ' mine . The The ...
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... ; For Nature made her what she is , And never made anither ! Thou art a queen , fair Lesley , Thy subjects we , before thee : Thou art divine , fair Lesley , The hearts o ' men adore thee . The The Deil he could na scaith thee , Or aught ...
... ; For Nature made her what she is , And never made anither ! Thou art a queen , fair Lesley , Thy subjects we , before thee : Thou art divine , fair Lesley , The hearts o ' men adore thee . The The Deil he could na scaith thee , Or aught ...
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... never drumlie ! There simmer first unfald her robes , And there the langest tarry : For there I took the last fareweel my sweet Highland Mary . O ' How sweetly bloom'd the gay , green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom ; As ...
... never drumlie ! There simmer first unfald her robes , And there the langest tarry : For there I took the last fareweel my sweet Highland Mary . O ' How sweetly bloom'd the gay , green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom ; As ...
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... never meant to supplant it . All I re- quested was , that you would try your hand on some of the inferior stanzas , which are apparently no part of the original song ; but this I do not urge , because the song is of sufficient length ...
... never meant to supplant it . All I re- quested was , that you would try your hand on some of the inferior stanzas , which are apparently no part of the original song ; but this I do not urge , because the song is of sufficient length ...
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Seite 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!
Seite 331 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Seite 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
Seite 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
Seite 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
Seite 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.
Seite 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
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...