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... braes " Song 14. " There's auld Rob Morris , ” & c . · 68 · 69 71 · Song 15. " Oh , open the door , some pity to shew " Song 16. " When wild War's deadly blast was blawn ” 72 Song 17. " O stay , sweet warbling woodlark , stay " Song 18 ...
... braes " Song 14. " There's auld Rob Morris , ” & c . · 68 · 69 71 · Song 15. " Oh , open the door , some pity to shew " Song 16. " When wild War's deadly blast was blawn ” 72 Song 17. " O stay , sweet warbling woodlark , stay " Song 18 ...
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... braes o ' bonnie Doon " Song 51. " Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed " • 143 145 Song 52. " Ance mair Ihail thee , thou gloomy December ” 147 Bonnie geething , cannie wee thing ” Song 45. " An O for the and twentie , Tam " 66 Song 46. " O ...
... braes o ' bonnie Doon " Song 51. " Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed " • 143 145 Song 52. " Ance mair Ihail thee , thou gloomy December ” 147 Bonnie geething , cannie wee thing ” Song 45. " An O for the and twentie , Tam " 66 Song 46. " O ...
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... braes " · Song 56. " Where Cart rins rowin to the sea " Song 57. " My heart is sair , I darena tell " Song 58. " The lovely lass o ' Inverness " · 150 · · 152 154 · 155 • 156 157 · · 158 • · 161 Song 59. " Fate gave the word , the arrow ...
... braes " · Song 56. " Where Cart rins rowin to the sea " Song 57. " My heart is sair , I darena tell " Song 58. " The lovely lass o ' Inverness " · 150 · · 152 154 · 155 • 156 157 · · 158 • · 161 Song 59. " Fate gave the word , the arrow ...
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... , and minds na his Nanie , Flow still between us , thou wide roaring main : May I never see it , may I never trow it , But , dying , believe that my Willie ' s my ain ! VOL . II . E SONG XIII . BRAW LADS ON YARROW BRAES . AIR 67.
... , and minds na his Nanie , Flow still between us , thou wide roaring main : May I never see it , may I never trow it , But , dying , believe that my Willie ' s my ain ! VOL . II . E SONG XIII . BRAW LADS ON YARROW BRAES . AIR 67.
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Robert Burns. SONG XIII . BRAW LADS ON YARROW BRAES . AIR . - GALLA WATER . I. BRAW , braw lads on Yarrow braes , Ye wander thro ' the blooming heather ; But Yarrow braes , nor Ettrick shaws , Can match the lads o ' Galla water . II ...
Robert Burns. SONG XIII . BRAW LADS ON YARROW BRAES . AIR . - GALLA WATER . I. BRAW , braw lads on Yarrow braes , Ye wander thro ' the blooming heather ; But Yarrow braes , nor Ettrick shaws , Can match the lads o ' Galla water . II ...
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admiration ain dear Amang ance auld Ayrshire bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest Blythe Bonny lassie bosom braes braw John Highlandman brunstane character charms CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie e'en e'er elekit fair Flow gently flowers frae Francis lay gallant gear genius Glen grace gude ha'e hame happy heart heaven herds Highland humour ilka John Anderson Kilmarnock Lal de daudle Lal de lal lass lave o't love thee luve mair Mauchline maun meikle merry ploughboy mind mony muse ne'er never night o'er owre the lave play'd pleasure poem poet poor racters RECITATIVO roar ROB MORRIS ROBERT BURNS Shanter Sing skelpin sodger laddie SONG soul Strathspey sweet Afton taste thegither There's thou thro Tibbie tion wander weel whistle owre wild Willie wind ye'll yon town
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Page 4 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Page 116 - 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 mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 105 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Page 6 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Page 5 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Page 11 - Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Page 159 - 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 10 - As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
Page 13 - The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Page 12 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin ! Kate soon will be a woefu...