Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. A New Edition, Considerably Enlarged. ...T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies, London; and William Creech, Edinburgh, 1798 |
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Page 83
... ** K , AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD . April 1. 1785 . WHILE briers an ' woodbines budding green , An ' Paitricks fcraichin loud at e'en , An ' morning Pouffie whiddin feen , Infpire my Mufe , F 2 This This freedom , in an unknown frien ' , I ( 83 )
... ** K , AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD . April 1. 1785 . WHILE briers an ' woodbines budding green , An ' Paitricks fcraichin loud at e'en , An ' morning Pouffie whiddin feen , Infpire my Mufe , F 2 This This freedom , in an unknown frien ' , I ( 83 )
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... green and yellow : Come let us ftray our gladsome way , And view the charms of Nature ; The rustling corn , the fruited thorn , And ev'ry happy creature . V. We'll gently walk , and fweetly talk , Till the filent moon fhine clearly ; I ...
... green and yellow : Come let us ftray our gladsome way , And view the charms of Nature ; The rustling corn , the fruited thorn , And ev'ry happy creature . V. We'll gently walk , and fweetly talk , Till the filent moon fhine clearly ; I ...
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... . Robert Burns. VIII . Come weel come woe , I care na by , I'll tak what Heav'n will fen ' me , O ; Nae ither care in life have I , But live , an ' love my Nanie , O. GREEN GREEN GROW THE RASHES . A FRAGMENT . CHORUS . ( 139 )
... . Robert Burns. VIII . Come weel come woe , I care na by , I'll tak what Heav'n will fen ' me , O ; Nae ither care in life have I , But live , an ' love my Nanie , O. GREEN GREEN GROW THE RASHES . A FRAGMENT . CHORUS . ( 139 )
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... GREEN GROW THE RASHES . A FRAGMENT . CHORUS . Green grow the rashes , O ; Green grow the rashes , O ; The fweetest hours that e'er I fpent , Are Spent amang the laffes , O. I. THERE's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In ev'ry hour that ...
... GREEN GROW THE RASHES . A FRAGMENT . CHORUS . Green grow the rashes , O ; Green grow the rashes , O ; The fweetest hours that e'er I fpent , Are Spent amang the laffes , O. I. THERE's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In ev'ry hour that ...
Page 141
... Green grow , & c . III . But gie me a canny hour at e'en , My arms about my Dearie , O ; An ' warly cares , an ' warly men , May a ' gae tapfalteerie , O ! Green grow , & c . IV . For you fae doufe , ye fneer at this , Ye're nought but ...
... Green grow , & c . III . But gie me a canny hour at e'en , My arms about my Dearie , O ; An ' warly cares , an ' warly men , May a ' gae tapfalteerie , O ! Green grow , & c . IV . For you fae doufe , ye fneer at this , Ye're nought but ...
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