The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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Strana xxi
... simmer when the hay was mawn , Is there , for honest poverty , It was the charming month of May , Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss , John Anderson my jo , John , • • • Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht - head , Ken ye ought o ' Captain ...
... simmer when the hay was mawn , Is there , for honest poverty , It was the charming month of May , Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss , John Anderson my jo , John , • • • Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht - head , Ken ye ought o ' Captain ...
Strana xxii
... simmer blinks on flowery braes , Now spring has clad the grove in green , Now rosy May comes in wi ' flowers , O bonnie was yon rosy brier , O cam you here the fight to shun , O condescend , dear charming maid , O gin my love were yon ...
... simmer blinks on flowery braes , Now spring has clad the grove in green , Now rosy May comes in wi ' flowers , O bonnie was yon rosy brier , O cam you here the fight to shun , O condescend , dear charming maid , O gin my love were yon ...
Strana 17
... 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 underneath their fragrant ...
... 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 underneath their fragrant ...
Strana 43
... simmer , and welcome my Willie , The simmer to nature , my Willie to me . Ye hurricanes rest in the cave o ' your slumbers ! O how your wild horrors a lover alarms ! -Awaken ye breezes , row gently ye billows , And waft my dear laddie ...
... simmer , and welcome my Willie , The simmer to nature , my Willie to me . Ye hurricanes rest in the cave o ' your slumbers ! O how your wild horrors a lover alarms ! -Awaken ye breezes , row gently ye billows , And waft my dear laddie ...
Strana 49
... simmer , and welcome my Willie , As simmer to nature , so Willie to me . Rest ye wild storms in the cave o ' your slumbers , How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Blow soft ye breezes ! roll gently ye billows ! And waft my dear laddie ...
... simmer , and welcome my Willie , As simmer to nature , so Willie to me . Rest ye wild storms in the cave o ' your slumbers , How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Blow soft ye breezes ! roll gently ye billows ! And waft my dear laddie ...
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Strana 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!
Strana 331 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Strana 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
Strana 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
Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...