Miscellaneous poems, songs, &c. partly in the Scottish dialect, with a glossary1813 |
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... thou ca'd me canty cheery swain ; But , thou need never ca ' me that again . Nae mair , nae mair my aiten pipe I'll blaw , While risin ' Echo whispers't far awa . Ne'er sal the herdies , in a cheerfu ' thrang , E'er listen to the words ...
... thou ca'd me canty cheery swain ; But , thou need never ca ' me that again . Nae mair , nae mair my aiten pipe I'll blaw , While risin ' Echo whispers't far awa . Ne'er sal the herdies , in a cheerfu ' thrang , E'er listen to the words ...
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... Had not that string been injur'd by the rain , From instant Death thou shouldst have fled in vain : And , be this truth imprest upon thy mind , - If Heaven be powerful , Heaven is also kind . " SONG . MARY OF AIRY . Tune - Maid of 25.
... Had not that string been injur'd by the rain , From instant Death thou shouldst have fled in vain : And , be this truth imprest upon thy mind , - If Heaven be powerful , Heaven is also kind . " SONG . MARY OF AIRY . Tune - Maid of 25.
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... Thou left'st thy native home , In foreign parts to roam ; And , now , on the cold clay ,, Beat by the winds , so chill and drear , Thou layest thy manly head Among the nameless dead , Unwept by any friendly tear , But those thy Kitt has ...
... Thou left'st thy native home , In foreign parts to roam ; And , now , on the cold clay ,, Beat by the winds , so chill and drear , Thou layest thy manly head Among the nameless dead , Unwept by any friendly tear , But those thy Kitt has ...
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Ebenezer Picken. Ah ! thou , too , hastenest to thy grave : I see , I see Death in thine eye : Thy Mammy's fondness cannot save → For ah ! her breast is cold and dry But all shall soon be o'er , And I shall grieve no more . Now , rage ...
Ebenezer Picken. Ah ! thou , too , hastenest to thy grave : I see , I see Death in thine eye : Thy Mammy's fondness cannot save → For ah ! her breast is cold and dry But all shall soon be o'er , And I shall grieve no more . Now , rage ...
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... Thou beats the Righteous down , pell mell , Sae frank an ' furthy , That , o'a place whar Devils dwell , There's nane mair worthy . Gif thou gang on the gait thou's gaun , Ilk fearless Fiend sal by thee staun , That bows aneath my high ...
... Thou beats the Righteous down , pell mell , Sae frank an ' furthy , That , o'a place whar Devils dwell , There's nane mair worthy . Gif thou gang on the gait thou's gaun , Ilk fearless Fiend sal by thee staun , That bows aneath my high ...
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