. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. ftZf U? ,BSfe5^ wood ecb - oes dear-ly do I lore thee, Annie: 0 happy be the woodbine bower, Nae nightly bogle make it eerie ;Nor ever sorrow stain the hour, The place, and time I met my dearie !Her head upon my throbbing breast, She, sinking, said, I m thine for ever !While mony a kiss the seal imprest, The sacred vow we neer should sever. The haunt o spring s the primrose brae, The simmer joys the flocks to follow :How cheery thro her shortening day Is autumn in her weeds o yellow !But can they
. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. ftZf U? ,BSfe5^ wood ecb - oes dear-ly do I lore thee, Annie: 0 happy be the woodbine bower, Nae nightly bogle make it eerie ;Nor ever sorrow stain the hour, The place, and time I met my dearie !Her head upon my throbbing breast, She, sinking, said, I m thine for ever !While mony a kiss the seal imprest, The sacred vow we neer should sever. The haunt o spring s the primrose brae, The simmer joys the flocks to follow :How cheery thro her shortening day Is autumn in her weeds o yellow !But can they melt the glowing heart, Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure,Or through each nerve the rapture dart, Like meeting her, our bosoms treasure ? Bravo ! say I: it is a good song. Should you think sotoo, not else, you can set the music to it, and let theother follow as English verses. Autumn is my propitious season. I make more versesin it than all the year else. God bless you! No. XXXV. BURNS TO MR. THOMSON. August, 1T03. Is Whistle and Ill come to you, my lad, one of youiairs ? I admire it m
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