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Strona 172
... frae me - fit places are they , not for the word , but for ye ken what ; " - and so she sat down . The more sensible part reflect- ing , however , that the showers of spring were cold - that the winds of autumn were not always gentle ...
... frae me - fit places are they , not for the word , but for ye ken what ; " - and so she sat down . The more sensible part reflect- ing , however , that the showers of spring were cold - that the winds of autumn were not always gentle ...
Strona 195
... frae the rock But we will leave it growing . O'er hilly path , and open Strath , We'll wander Scotland thorough ; But , though so near , we will not turn Into the Dale of Yarrow . " Let Beeves and home - bred Kine partake . The sweets ...
... frae the rock But we will leave it growing . O'er hilly path , and open Strath , We'll wander Scotland thorough ; But , though so near , we will not turn Into the Dale of Yarrow . " Let Beeves and home - bred Kine partake . The sweets ...
Strona 317
... frae us a ' . Low there thou lies my lassie , Low there thou lies ; A bonnier form ne'er went to the yird , Nor frae it will arise ! Fu ' soon I'll follow thee , my lassie , Fu ' soon I'll follow thee ; Thou left me nought to covet ahin ...
... frae us a ' . Low there thou lies my lassie , Low there thou lies ; A bonnier form ne'er went to the yird , Nor frae it will arise ! Fu ' soon I'll follow thee , my lassie , Fu ' soon I'll follow thee ; Thou left me nought to covet ahin ...
Strona 318
... frae my ain dear hame But twa short miles and three , Till up came a captain o ' the Whigs , Says , " Traitor , bide ye me ! " I grippit him by the belt sae braid , It birsted i ' my hand , But I threw him frae his weir - saddle An ...
... frae my ain dear hame But twa short miles and three , Till up came a captain o ' the Whigs , Says , " Traitor , bide ye me ! " I grippit him by the belt sae braid , It birsted i ' my hand , But I threw him frae his weir - saddle An ...
Strona 319
... frae her cheek , Wi ' her milky , milky han ' , An ' her cheeks seem touch'd wi ' the finger o ' God , My bonnie Ladie Ann ! The morning cloud is tassel'd wi ' gowd , Like my luve's broider'd cap . An ' on the mantle which my luve wears ...
... frae her cheek , Wi ' her milky , milky han ' , An ' her cheeks seem touch'd wi ' the finger o ' God , My bonnie Ladie Ann ! The morning cloud is tassel'd wi ' gowd , Like my luve's broider'd cap . An ' on the mantle which my luve wears ...
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Strona 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.