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... wishes ! My bardship here , at your levee , On sic a day as this is , Is sure an uncouth sight to see Amang the birthday dresses , Sae fine this day . I see ye ' re complimented thrang , By mony a lord and lady , ' God save the King ...
... wishes ! My bardship here , at your levee , On sic a day as this is , Is sure an uncouth sight to see Amang the birthday dresses , Sae fine this day . I see ye ' re complimented thrang , By mony a lord and lady , ' God save the King ...
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... wish me well , They sometimes roose me ; Though I maun own , as monie still As far abuse me . There's ae wee faut they whyles lay to me , — I like the lasses - Gude forgie me ! For monie a plack they wheedle frae me , At dance or fair ...
... wish me well , They sometimes roose me ; Though I maun own , as monie still As far abuse me . There's ae wee faut they whyles lay to me , — I like the lasses - Gude forgie me ! For monie a plack they wheedle frae me , At dance or fair ...
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... very Deil , The flinty heart that canna feel- Come , sir , here's tae you ! Hae , there's my haun , I wish you weel , And guid be wi ' you . TO ANDREW AIKEN . I LANG hae thought , my ROBERT BURNS . 87 Invitation to John Kennedy.
... very Deil , The flinty heart that canna feel- Come , sir , here's tae you ! Hae , there's my haun , I wish you weel , And guid be wi ' you . TO ANDREW AIKEN . I LANG hae thought , my ROBERT BURNS . 87 Invitation to John Kennedy.
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... wish ( I mind its power ) , A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast- That I , for poor auld Scotland's sake , Some usefu ' plan or beuk could make , Or sing a sang at least . The rough burr - thistle , spreading ...
... wish ( I mind its power ) , A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast- That I , for poor auld Scotland's sake , Some usefu ' plan or beuk could make , Or sing a sang at least . The rough burr - thistle , spreading ...
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... wish him joy ; If he's a parent , lass or boy , May he be dad , and Meg the mither , Just five - and - forty years thegither ! An ' no forgetting wabster Charlie , I'm tauld he offers very fairly . An ' , Lord , remember singing Sannock ...
... wish him joy ; If he's a parent , lass or boy , May he be dad , and Meg the mither , Just five - and - forty years thegither ! An ' no forgetting wabster Charlie , I'm tauld he offers very fairly . An ' , Lord , remember singing Sannock ...
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Page 58 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart aye's the part aye, That makes us right or wrang.
Page 9 - 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 11 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Page 10 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Page 13 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
Page 169 - Began the reverend sage ; Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
Page 254 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave.
Page 15 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main : Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out, " Weel done, Cutty-sark !" And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
Page 10 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter ; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories ; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus : The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy : As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure ; Kings may be blest, but Tam was...
Page 170 - Supported is his right ; But see him on the edge of life, With Cares and Sorrows worn, Then Age and Want, oh ! ill match'd pair '. Show man was made to mourn.