| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Robert Burns. (17591796) (continued) |
| | | 4756 | Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, I ll sing thee a song in thy praise. |
| Flow gently, sweet Afton. |
| 4757 | | Oh whistle, and I ll come to ye, my lad. 1 |
| Whistle, and I ll come to ye. |
| 4758 | If naebody care for me, I ll care for naebody. 2 |
| I hae a Wife o my Ain. |
| 4759 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o lang syne? |
| Auld Lang Syne. |
| 4760 | We twa hae run about the braes, And pud the gowans fine. |
| Auld Lang Syne. |
| 4761 | Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse? |
| Ode on Mrs. Oswald. |
| 4762 | To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That is the true pathos and sublime Of human life. |
| Epistle to Dr. Blacklock. |
| 4763 | If there s a hole in a your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel s amang ye takin notes, And, faith, he ll prent it. |
| On Captain Groses Peregrinations through Scotland. |
| 4764 | John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent. |
| John Anderson. |
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