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Page 23
... , I fear , an unintelligible phrase to a mere English reader : when he is told that the word Gowk is Scotch for Cuckoo , a very familiar association will supply him with the rest.-Ed. Then she pat siller in my purse , We drank 23.
... , I fear , an unintelligible phrase to a mere English reader : when he is told that the word Gowk is Scotch for Cuckoo , a very familiar association will supply him with the rest.-Ed. Then she pat siller in my purse , We drank 23.
Page 42
... rest , Aboon them a ' it pleas'd me best , That some kind husband had addrest To some sweet wife : It thrill'd the heart - strings thro ' the breast , A ' to the life . " A mutual flame inspires us baith , The tender look 42.
... rest , Aboon them a ' it pleas'd me best , That some kind husband had addrest To some sweet wife : It thrill'd the heart - strings thro ' the breast , A ' to the life . " A mutual flame inspires us baith , The tender look 42.
Page 43
... rest , And if that aught disturb my dear , I'll bid her laugh her cares away , And beg her not to drap a tear : Hae I a joy ! its a ' her ain ; United still her heart and mine ; They're like the woodbine round the tree , That's twin'd ...
... rest , And if that aught disturb my dear , I'll bid her laugh her cares away , And beg her not to drap a tear : Hae I a joy ! its a ' her ain ; United still her heart and mine ; They're like the woodbine round the tree , That's twin'd ...
Page 44
... rest of the song is mine . My Harry was a gallant gay , Fu ' stately strade he on the plain ; But now he's banish'd far away , I'll never see him back again , O for him back again , O for him back again , I wad gie a Knockhaspie's land ...
... rest of the song is mine . My Harry was a gallant gay , Fu ' stately strade he on the plain ; But now he's banish'd far away , I'll never see him back again , O for him back again , O for him back again , I wad gie a Knockhaspie's land ...
Page 68
... about her lover . || Leglin , a kind of bucket , with one of the staves projecting above the rest as a handle . ** Swankies , a cant term for young lads , half - grown men . 7 ' Mang stacks with the lasses at bogle to 68.
... about her lover . || Leglin , a kind of bucket , with one of the staves projecting above the rest as a handle . ** Swankies , a cant term for young lads , half - grown men . 7 ' Mang stacks with the lasses at bogle to 68.
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amang auld lang syne baith ballad Blythe bonie lass bosom braes Burns CALIFORNIA LIBRARY canna cauld Child Maurice COCKPEN crookit horn cry'd dear dearie dinna e'er Edinburgh Ewie fair Findlay frae Fy let gallant gang gangrel grows bonnie wi gude gypsie laddie hame heart Highland Hughie Graham Jamie Johny Jolly Beggars kebars lady laird lassie Leader-Haughs Lord maun meikle merry mony morning Nansy ne'er never night O'er the moor old song owre poem Rob Roy ROBERT BURNS rue grows bonnie sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing snaw sodger laddie stanza sweet sword thee thou thro thyme Tibbie tune UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse warn Watty weel whare wife Willie wither'd Woo'd and married Yarrow ye'll ye're young
Popular passages
Page 127 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
Page 136 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou, &c.
Page 112 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Page 112 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Page 105 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 127 - And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Page 43 - When I upon thy bosom lean, And fondly clasp thee, a' my ain, I glory in the sacred ties That made us ane wha ance were twain ; A mutual flame inspires us baith, The tender look, the melting kiss ; Even years shall ne'er destroy our love But only gie us change o
Page 167 - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
Page 250 - CHORUS. A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
Page 230 - The Jolly Beggars, for humorous description and nice discrimination of character, is inferior to no poem of the same length in the whole range of English poetry. The scene, indeed, is laid in the very lowest department of low life, the actors being a set of strolling vagrants met to carouse and barter their rags and plunder for liquor in a hedge ale-house.