Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsThere are literally hundreds of poems by the unrivaled nineteenth-century Scottish poet collected in this volume. They are arranged chronologically and there is a glossary at the end to translate the Scottish dialect. |
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She dresses aye sae clean and neat, Both decent and genteel; And then there's something in her gait Gars ony dress look weel. A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart; But it's innocence and modesty That polishes the ...
She dresses aye sae clean and neat, Both decent and genteel; And then there's something in her gait Gars ony dress look weel. A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart; But it's innocence and modesty That polishes the ...
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Table of Contents If ye gae up to yon hill-tap, Ye'll there see bonie Peggy; She kens her father is a laird, And she forsooth's a leddy. There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, Besides a handsome fortune: Wha canna win her in a night, ...
Table of Contents If ye gae up to yon hill-tap, Ye'll there see bonie Peggy; She kens her father is a laird, And she forsooth's a leddy. There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, Besides a handsome fortune: Wha canna win her in a night, ...
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Table of Contents As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring, I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing; And as he was singin', thir words he did say,— There's nae life like the ploughman's in the month o' sweet May.
Table of Contents As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring, I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing; And as he was singin', thir words he did say,— There's nae life like the ploughman's in the month o' sweet May.
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Table of Contents In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; ... There's ane they ca' Jean, I'll warrant ye've seen As bonie a lass or as braw, man; But for sense and guid taste she'll vie wi' ...
Table of Contents In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; ... There's ane they ca' Jean, I'll warrant ye've seen As bonie a lass or as braw, man; But for sense and guid taste she'll vie wi' ...
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Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O. There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na ...
Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O. There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na ...
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Sommario
The Twa Herds Or The Holy Tulyie | |
Epitaph On Holy Willie | |
SongFor A That1 | |
Scotch Drink | |
The Authors Earnest Cry And Prayer | |
Epistle To James Smith | |
Suppressed Stanzas Of The Vision | |
To Mr MAdam Of CraigenGillan | |
To Gavin Hamilton Esq Mauchline | |
The Farewell To the Brethren of St James Lodge Tarbolton | |
Second Epistle To J Lapraik | |
Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux1 | |
Third Epistle To J Lapraik | |
To A Mouse On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough | |
The Lass O Ballochmyle | |
Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor | |
Farewell Song To The Banks Of | |
Fragment On Sensibility | |
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