Poems and Songs of Robert Burns |
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She thro ' the yard the nearest taks , An ' to the kiln she goes then , An ' darklins grapit for the bauks , And in the blue - clue throws then , Right fear't that night . 12 An ' ay she win't , an ' ay she swatI wat she made nae jaukin ...
She thro ' the yard the nearest taks , An ' to the kiln she goes then , An ' darklins grapit for the bauks , And in the blue - clue throws then , Right fear't that night . 12 An ' ay she win't , an ' ay she swatI wat she made nae jaukin ...
Pagina 124
The great , the wealthy fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , oh ! a blest relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! ' WINTER A Dirge TUNE : MacPherson's Rant I The wintry west extends his blast , And hail and rain does ...
The great , the wealthy fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , oh ! a blest relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! ' WINTER A Dirge TUNE : MacPherson's Rant I The wintry west extends his blast , And hail and rain does ...
Pagina 333
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUISSEAUX I Now Robin lies in his last lair , He'll gabble rhyme , nor sing nae mair ; Cauld Poverty wi ' hungry stare Nae mair shall fear him ; Nor anxious Fear , nor cankert Care , E'er mair come near him ...
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUISSEAUX I Now Robin lies in his last lair , He'll gabble rhyme , nor sing nae mair ; Cauld Poverty wi ' hungry stare Nae mair shall fear him ; Nor anxious Fear , nor cankert Care , E'er mair come near him ...
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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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