...and weel content, I hae nae mair to crave: And gin I live to keep him sae I'm blest aboon the lave: And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him...dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a'; There's little pleasure in the house...

...a fishy pattern of soles and dabs up the stair carpet. The good wife in the Scotch song says — " His very foot has music in't, As he comes up the stair." If there was any music in mine, it was in the stump, which played a sort of " Dead March in Saul,"...

...true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't When he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again...dizzy wi' the thought, In troth, I'm like to greet. For there's пае luck about tne house, &c. The cauld blasts o* the winter wind, That thirl'd thro*...

...true his words, sac smooth his speech, His breath like caller air ! His very foot has music in't When he comes up the stair : And will I see his face again...? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy with the thought, In troth I'm like to greet. The cauld blasts of the winter wind, That thrilled through...

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...breath's like cauler air, His very tread has music in't, As he comes up the stair. There's nae luck, &c. And will I see his face again' And will I hear him speak! I'm downright dizzy wi' the joy, And -e'en I'm like to greet. There's nae luck, &c. THE JOLLY BEGGARS. A CANTATA. — By Robert...

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...his words, sae smooth's hi« «peech, His breath like caller air, His very foot has music in't, When he comes up the stair : And will I see his face again ! And will I hear him speak ! I'm dowriçht dizzy with the thought. In troth I'm like to greet ! For there's пае luck, §v. The cauld...

...make a fishy pattern of soles and dabs up the stair carpet. The good wife in the Scotch song says — *His very foot has music in't, As he comes up the stair." If there was any music in mine, it was in the stump, which played a sort of " Dead March in Saul,"...

...words, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air, His very foot has music in't When he conies e not graven on the heart The name of Robert Bums ? ON BURNS. BY ANDREW MERCER. THE lark that with the thought, In troth I'm like to greet.] Cam) Шоо. THIS is a very pretty song; but I fancy...