Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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... dead's a herrin : ' Nieft time we meet , I'll wad a groat , He gets his fairin ! ' But juft as he began to tell , The auld kirk - hammer strak the bell Some wee fhort hour ayout the twal , • Which rais'd us baith : I took the way that ...
... dead's a herrin : ' Nieft time we meet , I'll wad a groat , He gets his fairin ! ' But juft as he began to tell , The auld kirk - hammer strak the bell Some wee fhort hour ayout the twal , • Which rais'd us baith : I took the way that ...
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... men o ' fenfe will doubt your claims To rank amang the Nowte . And when ye're number'd wi ' the dead , Below a graffy hillock , Wi ' justice they may mark your head— Here lies a famous Bullock ! " ADDR ES S T.O THE .. DE I L. O [ 61 ]
... men o ' fenfe will doubt your claims To rank amang the Nowte . And when ye're number'd wi ' the dead , Below a graffy hillock , Wi ' justice they may mark your head— Here lies a famous Bullock ! " ADDR ES S T.O THE .. DE I L. O [ 61 ]
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... dead .. Thence , countra wives , wi ' toil an ' pain , May plunge an ' plunge the kirn in vain ! For , O ! the yellow treasure's taen By witching skill ; An ' dawtit ' , twal - pint Hawkie's gaen As yell's the Bill , Thence , myftic ...
... dead .. Thence , countra wives , wi ' toil an ' pain , May plunge an ' plunge the kirn in vain ! For , O ! the yellow treasure's taen By witching skill ; An ' dawtit ' , twal - pint Hawkie's gaen As yell's the Bill , Thence , myftic ...
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... dead . She was nae get o ' moorland tips , Wi ' tawit ket , an ' hairy hips ; For her forbears were brought in fhips , Frae yont the Tweed A bonier fleef ne'er crofs'd the clips Than Mailie's dead . Wae worth the man wha ' first did ...
... dead . She was nae get o ' moorland tips , Wi ' tawit ket , an ' hairy hips ; For her forbears were brought in fhips , Frae yont the Tweed A bonier fleef ne'er crofs'd the clips Than Mailie's dead . Wae worth the man wha ' first did ...
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... dead , Forgot and gone ! But why , o ' death , begin a tale ? Juft now we're living found an hale ! Then top and maintop croud the fail , Heave Care o'erfide ! And large , before enjoyment's gale , Let's tak the tide . This life , fae ...
... dead , Forgot and gone ! But why , o ' death , begin a tale ? Juft now we're living found an hale ! Then top and maintop croud the fail , Heave Care o'erfide ! And large , before enjoyment's gale , Let's tak the tide . This life , fae ...
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aith Amang auld baith Bard blate bleft bonie braw breaft Brig Clootie corn Crunt dear Deil dimin e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry faft fair fame fark fcream fear fhall fhould fide fight filly fimple fing fmall focial fome foul fpring frae ftand ftill ftrains fure fweet fwelling grace hame heart Heaven Hellim himfel honeft horfe houſe ilka ither John Barleycorn juft laffes laft Lallan lefs leuk maun mony mourn muckle Mufe Mutchkin nae mair ne'er neebor night o'er owre pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r pride Profe reft rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round ruftic Samfon's dead Scotch Scotland ſhe tear tell thae thee thefe thegither thofe thou thro unco weary weel Weft Whare whofe Whyles WILLIAM MAGEE Ye'll ye're
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