The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volume 2W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 pages |
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Allan Cunningham says Allan Water Amang Auchtertyre auld banks Bard Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest Blithe Bonnie lassie bosom braes braw Burns says Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS Clarinda claut copy Craigieburn dear dearest dearie Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland fair Farewell fate flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen hame heart heroine Highland honour ilka Jenny Geddes Jessy John Barleycorn Kilmarnock lady lass letter lo'es Lord luve maun Miss monie morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er Phillis pleasure poem Poet Poet's printed Riddel roar ROBERT BURNS Robert Fergusson sang Scotland Scottish sing song sorrow stanza sweet tears thee There's thine thou thro TUNE verses wee thing weel Whistle wild Willie Willie's wind written wrote to Thomson ye'll young young Jessie
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Page 295 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Page 274 - O, MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie 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
Page 248 - 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 monie a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 124 - GRACE. SOME hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it ; But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thanket. ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF PEG NICHOLSON. PEG Nicholson was a gude bay mare, As ever trode on airn ; But now she's floating down the Nith, An' past the mouth o
Page 295 - Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me.
Page 263 - Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love; And sae did I o
Page 172 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Page 201 - Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear; Thou'rt to Love and Heaven sae dear, Nocht of ill may come thee near, My bonnie dearie.
Page 248 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 231 - AFTER all my boasted independence, curst Necessity -compels me to implore you for five pounds. A cruel scoundrel of a Haberdasher, to whom I owe an account, taking it into his head that I am dying, has commenced a process, and will infallibly put me into jail. Do, for God's sake, send me that sum, and that by return of post. Forgive me this earnestness; but the horrors of a jail have made me half distracted. I do not ask all this gratuitously; for upon returning health, I hereby promise and engage...