The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, 2. köideMacmillan and Company, 1865 |
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Page 53
... lang - syne saunts . And maybe , Tam , for a ' my cants , My wicked rhymes , an ' drucken rants , I'll gie auld cloven Clooty's haunts An unco slip yet , An ' snugly sit amang the saunts , At Davie's hip yet . But fegs , the Session ...
... lang - syne saunts . And maybe , Tam , for a ' my cants , My wicked rhymes , an ' drucken rants , I'll gie auld cloven Clooty's haunts An unco slip yet , An ' snugly sit amang the saunts , At Davie's hip yet . But fegs , the Session ...
Page 203
... AULD LANG SYNE . SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot , And never brought to min ' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot , And days o ' lang syne ? CHORUS . For auld lang syne , my dear , For auld lang syne , We'll tak a cup o ' kindness yet , ...
... AULD LANG SYNE . SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot , And never brought to min ' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot , And days o ' lang syne ? CHORUS . For auld lang syne , my dear , For auld lang syne , We'll tak a cup o ' kindness yet , ...
Page 204
... auld lang syne . For auld , & c , BANNOCKBURN . ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY . TUNE - HEY TUTTIE TATTIE . ' SCOTS , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled , Scots , wham Bruce has aften led ; Welcome to your gory bed , Or to glorious victorie ...
... auld lang syne . For auld , & c , BANNOCKBURN . ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY . TUNE - HEY TUTTIE TATTIE . ' SCOTS , wha hae wi ' Wallace bled , Scots , wham Bruce has aften led ; Welcome to your gory bed , Or to glorious victorie ...
Page 379
... Auld Lang Syne was old . It , is how- ever , generally believed that he was the entire , or almost the entire ... auld lang syne . - 7 Var . -- 9 Var . For auld lang syne , my jo : II Var . Let's hae a waught o ' Malaga . 204 6 In ...
... Auld Lang Syne was old . It , is how- ever , generally believed that he was the entire , or almost the entire ... auld lang syne . - 7 Var . -- 9 Var . For auld lang syne , my jo : II Var . Let's hae a waught o ' Malaga . 204 6 In ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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Page 206 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Page 207 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a
Page 135 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie 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 202 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Page 135 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 130 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight 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 204 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...