A St. Andrews Treasury of Scottish VerseMrs. Alexander Lawson, Alexander Lawson A. & C. Black, Limited, 1920 - 280 psl. |
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A St. Andrews Treasury of Scottish Verse Mrs. Alexander Lawson,Alexander Lawson Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1933 |
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aboon ain countrie ANDREW LANG auld auld lang syne baith beggar-wife birds birks blaw blythe bonnie braes of Yarrow braw busk canna cauld CHARLES MURRAY Day Estivall dear Deevilock deid Deil doon doun Ettrick fain fair flowers frae gang GEORGE BUCHANAN gi'e glen green grey hame hear heart heather hills hundred pipers ilka Jean Kilmeny laird land lass licht loons lufe Makyne maun mony muckle nae mair nane ne'er NEIL MUNRO Neuve Chapelle never night nocht o'er ower owre R. L. STEVENSON Robene ROBERT BURNS sall sang Scots Scottish Verse Shon Maclean siller sing SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep stoor stream sweet syne thee There's thocht thou thow thro tree Twenty Pipers VIOLET JACOB wasna his wyte weary wedding of Shon weel wind wooing o't Yarrow
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