Poems and Songs of Robert Burns |
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6 The star that rules my luckless lot , Has fated me the russet coat , An ' damn'd my fortune to the groat ; But , in requit , Has blest me with a random - shot O ' countra wit . 7 This while my notion's taen a sklent , To try my fate ...
6 The star that rules my luckless lot , Has fated me the russet coat , An ' damn'd my fortune to the groat ; But , in requit , Has blest me with a random - shot O ' countra wit . 7 This while my notion's taen a sklent , To try my fate ...
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6 Such is the fate of artless maid , Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd , And guileless trust ; Till she , like thee , all soil'd , is laid Low i ' the dust . 7 Such is the fate of simple Bard , On Life's ...
6 Such is the fate of artless maid , Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd , And guileless trust ; Till she , like thee , all soil'd , is laid Low i ' the dust . 7 Such is the fate of simple Bard , On Life's ...
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Go , to the world of Man relate The story of thy sad , eventful fate ; And call presumptuous Hope to hear And bid him check his blind career ; And tell the sore - prest sons of Care Never , never to despair ! Paint Charles's speed on ...
Go , to the world of Man relate The story of thy sad , eventful fate ; And call presumptuous Hope to hear And bid him check his blind career ; And tell the sore - prest sons of Care Never , never to despair ! Paint Charles's speed on ...
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amang arms auld banks bear better bonie Burns charms CHORUS dear Death Devil e'en e'er eyes face fair faith fate fear fellow flowers frae give grace green guid hame hand head hear heart Highland hill honest hope hour I'll John kind King laddie lass lassie leave light live look Lord mair maun meet mind monie morning Muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poor pride rest roar round sing soul spring sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought thro Till Title true TUNE turn weary weel wife wild Willie wind woods worth ye'll young
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