325. Song-What can a Young Lassie do wi’ an Auld Man? (Robert Burns Poems)
WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? ...
WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty To warn you how that Master Tootie, Alias, Laird M'Gaun, Was here to ...
HERE lies Johnie Pigeon; What was his religion? Whae'er desires to ken, To some other warl' Maun follow the carl, ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, To follow the noble vocation; Your thrifty old mother has scarce such ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
The Caverns of the Grave I've seen, And these I show'd to England's Queen. But now the Caves of Hell ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot, From the morn to the evening he strays: He shall follow his sheep ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed. That an Emmet lost it's way Where on grass ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
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