The Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsLibrary of Alexandria, 1 gen 1926 - 574 pagine |
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... haud up my head wi' the best o' the breed, Though fluttering ever so braw, man. My coat and my vest, they are Scotch o' the best, O'pairs o' guid breeks I hae twa, man; And stockings and pumps to put on my stumps, And ne'er a wrang ...
... haud up my head wi' the best o' the breed, Though fluttering ever so braw, man. My coat and my vest, they are Scotch o' the best, O'pairs o' guid breeks I hae twa, man; And stockings and pumps to put on my stumps, And ne'er a wrang ...
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... . Hood , Senr . , In Tarbolton Here Souter Hood in death does sleep ; To hell if he's gane thither , Satan , gie him thy gear to keep ; He'll haud it weel thegither . Epitaph On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton Here lies.
... . Hood , Senr . , In Tarbolton Here Souter Hood in death does sleep ; To hell if he's gane thither , Satan , gie him thy gear to keep ; He'll haud it weel thegither . Epitaph On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton Here lies.
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... haud your nine-tail cat a wee, Till ance you've heard my story. Your pity I will not implore, For pity ye have nane; Justice, alas! has gi'en him o'er, And mercy's day is gane. But hear me, Sir, deil as ye are, Look something to your ...
... haud your nine-tail cat a wee, Till ance you've heard my story. Your pity I will not implore, For pity ye have nane; Justice, alas! has gi'en him o'er, And mercy's day is gane. But hear me, Sir, deil as ye are, Look something to your ...
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... haud out their fingers laughin, An' pouk my hips. "See, here's a scythe, an' there's dart, They hae pierc'd mony a gallant heart; But Doctor Hornbook, wi' his art An' cursed skill, Has made them baith no worth a f-t, Damn'd haet they'll ...
... haud out their fingers laughin, An' pouk my hips. "See, here's a scythe, an' there's dart, They hae pierc'd mony a gallant heart; But Doctor Hornbook, wi' his art An' cursed skill, Has made them baith no worth a f-t, Damn'd haet they'll ...
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... ' raploch be her measure, She's seldom lazy. Haud to the Muse, my daintie Davie: The warl' may play you mony a shavie; But for the Muse, she'll never leave ye, Tho' e'er sae puir, Na, even tho' limpin Second Epistle to Davie ...
... ' raploch be her measure, She's seldom lazy. Haud to the Muse, my daintie Davie: The warl' may play you mony a shavie; But for the Muse, she'll never leave ye, Tho' e'er sae puir, Na, even tho' limpin Second Epistle to Davie ...
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