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With His Life Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham. A FRAGMENT . Tune- " John Anderson my Jo . " ONE night as I did wander , When corn begins to shoot , I sat me down to ponder , Upon an auld tree root : Auld Ayr ran by before me , And bicker ...
With His Life Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham. A FRAGMENT . Tune- " John Anderson my Jo . " ONE night as I did wander , When corn begins to shoot , I sat me down to ponder , Upon an auld tree root : Auld Ayr ran by before me , And bicker ...
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... of it ; Cromek , who had all Johnson's correspondence through his hands , saw it in the handwriting of Burns , and inserted it in the Reliques . THERE'S NOUGHT BUT CARE . Tune- " Green grow the 14 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
... of it ; Cromek , who had all Johnson's correspondence through his hands , saw it in the handwriting of Burns , and inserted it in the Reliques . THERE'S NOUGHT BUT CARE . Tune- " Green grow the 14 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS .
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... mistress of her art : therefore , cursed is he that doth not admire those paragons , those models of heaven- angels on earth , goddesses in shape . " VOL . IV . P MY JEAN ! Tune- " The Northern Lass . " SONGS AND BALLADS . 17.
... mistress of her art : therefore , cursed is he that doth not admire those paragons , those models of heaven- angels on earth , goddesses in shape . " VOL . IV . P MY JEAN ! Tune- " The Northern Lass . " SONGS AND BALLADS . 17.
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... breast that glowing flame No tongue can e'er reveal ? Though cold and raw the north winds blow , All summer's in her breast ; Her skin is like the driven snow , But summer all the rest . " ROBIN . Tune- " Daintie Davie . " I. THERE 18.
... breast that glowing flame No tongue can e'er reveal ? Though cold and raw the north winds blow , All summer's in her breast ; Her skin is like the driven snow , But summer all the rest . " ROBIN . Tune- " Daintie Davie . " I. THERE 18.
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With His Life Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham. HER FLOWING LOCKS . Tune- ( unknown ) . HER flowing locks , the raven's wing , Adown her neck and bosom hing ; How sweet unto that breast to cling , And round that neck entwine her ! Her lips ...
With His Life Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham. HER FLOWING LOCKS . Tune- ( unknown ) . HER flowing locks , the raven's wing , Adown her neck and bosom hing ; How sweet unto that breast to cling , And round that neck entwine her ! Her lips ...
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Page 284 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 246 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Page 131 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...
Page 137 - 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 159 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?" Harris's " Tarn o' Shanter" has been considered one of his best compositions.
Page 282 - A waefu' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee ! A RED, RED ROSE TUNE—
Page 15 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang 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
Page 158 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 145 - 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 15 - But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a