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Allan Cunningham Amang auld banks beautiful bonnie bosom Burns wrote called charms CHORUS composed copy dear dearie death fair Farewell fate fear flower frae give glen green hand happy head hear heart Highland hills honest honour hope hour I'll John kind lady lass lassie leave letter light lines live look Lord mair maun meet mind Miss morning Muse nature ne'er never night o'er occurs pleasure poem Poet Poet's poor present pride printed Robert says sent sing song soon stanza stream sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomson thou thought thro TUNE verses weel Whistle wild Willie wind winter woman worth written young
Página 270 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Página 295 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Página 307 - O, were my love yon lilac fair Wi' purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing, How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild and Winter rude! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu
Página 274 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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' the sun : I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o
Página 248 - 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 snow; 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...
Página 242 - 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...
Página 328 - I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear; I hae been happy thinking: But a' the pleasures e'er I saw, Tho' three times doubl'd fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o
Página 294 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of Hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Página 172 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o