The Poetical Works of Robert Burns

The Poetical Works of Robert Burns

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ...snood, That cost her mony a blirt and bleary. Braw, braw lads of Galla Water; 0 braw lads of Galla Water: I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee, And follow my love through the water. COMING THROUGH THE RYE TUNE--' COMING THROUGH THE RYE.' OMING through the rye, poor body, Coming through the rye, She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye. This song is attributed to Burns in the Musical Museum, p. 430. Another version, in the same work, is as follows, but it is not said to have been written by him: Gin a body meet a body, comin thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, need a body cry; Jenny's a' wat, poor body, Jenny's seldom dry; She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye. Gin a body meet a body--Coming through the rye; Gin a body kiss a body--Need a body cry? Gin a body meet a body Coming through the glen, Gin a body kiss a body--Need the world ken? Jenny's a' wat, poor body; Jenny's seldom dry; She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye. Ilka body has a body, ne'er a ane hae I; But a' the lads they loe me, and what the war am I? Gin a body meet a body, comin frae the well, Gin a body kiss a body, need a body tell; Ilka body has a body, ne'er a ane hae I, But a' the lads they loe me, and what the war am I? Gin a body meet a body, comin frae the town, Gin a body kiss a body, need a body gloom; Ilka Jenny has her Jockey, ne'er a ane hae I, But a' the lads they loe me, and what the war am I? I AT yc me, 0 gat ye me, 0 gat ye me wi' naething? Rock and reel, and spinnin' wheel, A mickle quarter basin. Bye attour, my gutcher has A hich house and a laigh ane, A' forbye, my bonie sel', The lass of Ecclefechan. 0 haud your tongue now, Luckie Laing, 0 haud your tongue and jauner; 1 held the gate till you I met, Syne...show more

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  • Paperback | 66 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 136g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123676692X
  • 9781236766922