. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. ,\mi yon the toast oJ ?! thi town, I ighd and said amang them a, Y( in m,i Mil \ \|..| l-o||. (> Mai \. canal thou «reck his peace,\\ iia for thy sake wad gladly die Or canal thou break thai hearl of his,Whase onlj taut is li.\ ing thee . It love for love tl «ill na gie, At least 1« pit] tn inc shown ; A thought ungentle carina beThe thought Marj Morison. Mi Deab Sib, Tin sun- prefixed is one of my juvenile leave it in your hands. I do not think it very remark-able, either tin- its mer
. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. ,\mi yon the toast oJ ?! thi town, I ighd and said amang them a, Y( in m,i Mil \ \|..| l-o||. (> Mai \. canal thou «reck his peace,\\ iia for thy sake wad gladly die Or canal thou break thai hearl of his,Whase onlj taut is li.\ ing thee . It love for love tl «ill na gie, At least 1« pit] tn inc shown ; A thought ungentle carina beThe thought Marj Morison. Mi Deab Sib, Tin sun- prefixed is one of my juvenile leave it in your hands. I do not think it very remark-able, either tin- its merits or demerits. It is impossible(ai [east I feel it so in my stinted powers) tn lie alwaysoriginal, entertaining, ami witty. What is become of the list, iV-c, of your songs? I skillbe oui hi all temper with you l>\ and by. I have alwayslooked upon myself as the prince of indolent correspond-ents, and valued myself accordingly; and I will not,cannot, boar rivalship from you nor any body else. No. TO MR. THOMSON. March, 1793. WANDERING WILLIE. Ti m Sore iiwa, them swa. Dome to my bo - eom, my *e on - ly dearie. Ami tell inc thou bring st me my Wil . lie tlte Loud blew tin- cauld »inter «indiIt «a> na the bburi broughl tin- tear in my i Now welcome the simmer, ami welcome my Willie,The siiiniHT to nature, mj Willie i me. Ye hurricanes, real in tin- cave ti your gluml •0 how your wild horrors a lover alarms; Lwaken, yi breezes, row genth ye billows,Ami «ait my dear laddie ami- mair t > Hut it la s forgotten his faithfullesl Nannie, How between us, thou wide roaring main; May I never sir it, max I m rer trow it,Hut, dying, believe that my Willie a my ain ! I leave it to you, my dear Sir, to determine whether the above, or the old, Thro tin- lang muir,* !«? tin- i -t. N i : X V. BURNS TO MR THOMSON. OPEX THE DOOB TO ME, AFFETI in Ob, op - eu the door, some \<i ? ty to show, Ob, op • en the door to me, Oh :; Thu thou hut been false
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