The Scottish Minstrel: Being a Complete Collection of Burns' Songs ; Together with His Correspondence with Mr. Thomson ; to which is Added and New and Complete GlossaryBenjamin Warner, 1818 - 312 pages |
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... braes of Ballochmyle , ib . 184 185 ib . Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut , 186 The blue - eyed , lassie 187 The banks of Nith , b . John Anderson my jo , 188 Tam Glen , 189 My tocher's the jewel , 192 Then guidwife count the lawin , What ...
... braes of Ballochmyle , ib . 184 185 ib . Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut , 186 The blue - eyed , lassie 187 The banks of Nith , b . John Anderson my jo , 188 Tam Glen , 189 My tocher's the jewel , 192 Then guidwife count the lawin , What ...
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... brae are claith'd in green , " The bonnie lad that's far awa , Song , " Out over the Forth I look to the north , " 256 Lines on a ploughman , I'll aye ca ' in by yon town , Whistle o'er the lave o't , Young Jockey , M'Pherson's farewell ...
... brae are claith'd in green , " The bonnie lad that's far awa , Song , " Out over the Forth I look to the north , " 256 Lines on a ploughman , I'll aye ca ' in by yon town , Whistle o'er the lave o't , Young Jockey , M'Pherson's farewell ...
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... brae are claith'd in green , " Song , " Now westlin winds , and slaught❜ring guns , " Song of Death , 260 241 217 242 237 227 254 219 248 Song , " On Cessnock's banks there lives a lass , " 261 Song , " Out over the north , I look to ...
... brae are claith'd in green , " Song , " Now westlin winds , and slaught❜ring guns , " Song of Death , 260 241 217 242 237 227 254 219 248 Song , " On Cessnock's banks there lives a lass , " 261 Song , " Out over the north , I look to ...
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... braes of Ballochmyle , The chevalier's lament , The day returns , my bosom burus , The dean of faculty , The Dumfries volunteers , 185 246 183 249 239 The farewell to the brethren of St. James's lodge , Tarbolton , 226 The gallant ...
... braes of Ballochmyle , The chevalier's lament , The day returns , my bosom burus , The dean of faculty , The Dumfries volunteers , 185 246 183 249 239 The farewell to the brethren of St. James's lodge , Tarbolton , 226 The gallant ...
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... braes 202 Forlorn my love , no comfort near 159 From thee , Eliza , I must go 226 Gane is the day and mirk's the night 193 Green grow the rashes , O 221 Had I a cave on some wild distant shore Hark the mavis ' evening sang He clench'd ...
... braes 202 Forlorn my love , no comfort near 159 From thee , Eliza , I must go 226 Gane is the day and mirk's the night 193 Green grow the rashes , O 221 Had I a cave on some wild distant shore Hark the mavis ' evening sang He clench'd ...
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