The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life , and a Criticism on His Writing. To which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, 4±ÇT. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... Rob Morris , " and " Duncan Gray , " X. Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " O poortith cauld , " & c . and " Galla Water , " XI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Jan. 1793 , desiring anec- dotes on the origin of particular songs . Tytler of Woodhouse - lee ...
... Rob Morris , " and " Duncan Gray , " X. Mr. B. to Mr. T. with " O poortith cauld , " & c . and " Galla Water , " XI . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Jan. 1793 , desiring anec- dotes on the origin of particular songs . Tytler of Woodhouse - lee ...
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... Rob Morris A Vision Banks of Cree Banks o ' Doon Banks of Nith 343 • 122 25 344 151 325 300 Bannockburn 125 Battle of Sheriff - Muir 360 Bess and her spinning - wheel 317 Birks of Aberfeldy 270 Bonnie Bell 333 Braes o ' Ballochmyle 294 ...
... Rob Morris A Vision Banks of Cree Banks o ' Doon Banks of Nith 343 • 122 25 344 151 325 300 Bannockburn 125 Battle of Sheriff - Muir 360 Bess and her spinning - wheel 317 Birks of Aberfeldy 270 Bonnie Bell 333 Braes o ' Ballochmyle 294 ...
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... Rob Morris that wons in yon glen There's braw , braw lads on Yarrow braes There was a lass and she was fair There was once a day , but old Time was then young They snool me sair , and haud me down 300 • 228 ¡¤ 25 31 79 • 352 315 Thickest ...
... Rob Morris that wons in yon glen There's braw , braw lads on Yarrow braes There was a lass and she was fair There was once a day , but old Time was then young They snool me sair , and haud me down 300 • 228 ¡¤ 25 31 79 • 352 315 Thickest ...
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... Robert Burns James Currie. We hae plighted our troth , my Mary , In mutual affection to join ; And curst be the cause that shall part us ! The hour and the moment o ' time ! * Galla Water , and Auld Rob Morris , I think , will most ...
... Robert Burns James Currie. We hae plighted our troth , my Mary , In mutual affection to join ; And curst be the cause that shall part us ! The hour and the moment o ' time ! * Galla Water , and Auld Rob Morris , I think , will most ...
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... Rob Morris . I have adopted the two first verses , and am going on with the song on a new plan , which promises pretty well . I take up one or another , just as the bee of the moment buzzes in my bonnet - lug ; and do you , sans ...
... Rob Morris . I have adopted the two first verses , and am going on with the song on a new plan , which promises pretty well . I take up one or another , just as the bee of the moment buzzes in my bonnet - lug ; and do you , sans ...
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217 ÆäÀÌÁö - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - THAT AND A' THAT" 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
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream ! HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o...
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How...
341 ÆäÀÌÁö - As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
300 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 snow; 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...
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - A man's a man for a' that ; For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that : The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that : For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 fu...
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn, They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw; They mind me o...