470. Song-She says she loes me best of a’ (Robert Burns Poems)
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
'TWAS on a Monday morning, Right early in the year, That Charlie came to our town, The young Chevalier. Chorus.-An' ...
THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lassies should wander awa'; For ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
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