The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublishedT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... Lady Address to the Tooth - ache Address to W. Tytler , Esq . Adieu to Ayrshire Afton Water A Mother's Lament • · Answer to a Surveyor's Mandate A red , red Rose Auld lang Syne Auld Rob Morris A Vision · Banks of Cree • · Banks o ' Doon ...
... Lady Address to the Tooth - ache Address to W. Tytler , Esq . Adieu to Ayrshire Afton Water A Mother's Lament • · Answer to a Surveyor's Mandate A red , red Rose Auld lang Syne Auld Rob Morris A Vision · Banks of Cree • · Banks o ' Doon ...
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... Lady famed for her Caprice 370 On a Thrush 382 On Chloris being ill 227 On Life , addressed to Col. De Peyster 389 On Mr. William Smellie On Pastoral Poetry · On Sensibility , to Mrs. Dunlop 366 357 403 On taking leave at a place in the ...
... Lady famed for her Caprice 370 On a Thrush 382 On Chloris being ill 227 On Life , addressed to Col. De Peyster 389 On Mr. William Smellie On Pastoral Poetry · On Sensibility , to Mrs. Dunlop 366 357 403 On taking leave at a place in the ...
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... lady : The laird was a widdiefu ' , bleerit knurl ; She's left the guid - fellow and ta'en the churl . The Miller he hecht her , a heart leal and loving : The Laird did address her wi ' matter mair moving , A fine pacing - horse wi ' a ...
... lady : The laird was a widdiefu ' , bleerit knurl ; She's left the guid - fellow and ta'en the churl . The Miller he hecht her , a heart leal and loving : The Laird did address her wi ' matter mair moving , A fine pacing - horse wi ' a ...
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... lady's song . I inclose an altered , not amended copy for you , if you choose to set the tune to it , and let the Irish verses follow . * Mr. Erskine's songs are all pretty , but his Lone Vale is divine . Your's , & c . Let me know just ...
... lady's song . I inclose an altered , not amended copy for you , if you choose to set the tune to it , and let the Irish verses follow . * Mr. Erskine's songs are all pretty , but his Lone Vale is divine . Your's , & c . Let me know just ...
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... lady whom I at- tempted to celebrate in the verses , Poortith cauld and restless love . At any rate my At any rate my other song , Green grow the rashes will never suit . That song is current in Scotland under the old title , and to the ...
... lady whom I at- tempted to celebrate in the verses , Poortith cauld and restless love . At any rate my At any rate my other song , Green grow the rashes will never suit . That song is current in Scotland under the old title , and to the ...
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blythe bonnie Bonnie Dundee bosom braw BURNS Caledonia Cauld Kail charming Chloris CHORUS Coila Craigieburn Dainty Davie dear Sir dearie Duncan Gray Edinburgh English song English verses fair fancy fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart Highland Mary Jeanie John Anderson lass lassie lea-rig Leiger lo'es Logan braes Lord Gregory lover mair maun melodies mend merit mony morning muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry Rob Morris Robin Adair Saw ye Scots Scottish simmer singing stanza suit sung sweet taste thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie young JESSIE
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Стр. 122 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
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Стр. 343 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
Стр. 42 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw ; Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', "Ye are na Mary Morison.
Стр. 302 - JOHN ANDERSON 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...