Poetical Works, Volumele 1-21806 |
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Pagina 91 - WHAR hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy ? I've been by burn and flow'ry brae, Meadow green and mountain grey, Courting o' this young thing, Just come frae her mammy.
Pagina 5 - Will could rin or wrastle, Throw the sledge or toss the bar ? Hap what would, he stood a castle, Or for safety or for war. Warm his heart, and mild as manfu', Wi' the bauld he bauld wad be ; But to friends wha had their handfu', Purse and service aye were free.
Pagina 70 - It was then your Mary ; she's frae Castle-cary, It was then your true love I met by the tree ; Proud as her heart is and modest her nature, Sweet were the kisses that she gave to me.
Pagina 68 - Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing, Saw ye my true love down on yon lea...
Pagina 126 - ... in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa. Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw: Oh, come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me! There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa." "Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie, auld Donald, gae 'wa! I fearna the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw: Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie; I'll no sit beside ye, Ye may be my gutcher; auld Donald, gae 'wa.
Pagina 126 - His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw.' ' Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa' ; Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava; The hale o' his pack he has now on his back: He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa.
Pagina 69 - Where could my wee thing wander frae me ? I saw nae your wee thing, I saw nae your...
Pagina 126 - Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava ; — The hale o' his pack he has now on his back : He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa. Be frank now and kindly: I'll busk...
Pagina 48 - Lang through county, burgh, and city, Crippling on a wooden leg, Gathering alms frae melting pity ; See ! poor GAIRLACE forced to beg ! Placed at length on Chelsea's bounty, Now to langer beg thinks shame, Dreams ance mair o' smiling plenty ; — Dreams o...