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| | colspan="2" align="right" | — Robert Burns, ''Now Westlin Winds'', [CPW, 44] | | | colspan="2" align="right" | — Robert Burns, ''Now Westlin Winds'', [CPW, 44] |
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| <pre> | | <pre> |
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| "x" <"x"> = "<x>" | | "x" <"x"> = "<x>" |
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| + | </pre> |
− | But, Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear,
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− | Thick flies the skimming swallow;
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− | The sky is blue, the fields in view,
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− | All fading green and yellow:
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− | Come let us stray our gladsome way,
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− | And view the charms of Nature;
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− | The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
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− | And ilka happy creature.
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− | Robert Burns, Now Westlin Winds, [CPW, 44]
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| + | {| align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="90%" |
| + | | colspan="2" | But, Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear, |
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| + | | width="5%" | || Thick flies the skimming swallow; |
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| + | | colspan="2" | The sky is blue, the fields in view, |
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| + | | width="5%" | || All fading green and yellow: |
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| + | | colspan="2" | Come let us stray our gladsome way, |
| + | |- |
| + | | width="5%" | || And view the charms of Nature; |
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| + | | colspan="2" | The rustling corn, the fruited thorn, |
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| + | | width="5%" | || And ilka happy creature. |
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| + | | colspan="2" align="right" | — Robert Burns, ''Now Westlin Winds'', [CPW, 44] |
| + | |} |
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| + | <pre> |
| Table 30 | | Table 30 |
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| "y0 = y.y" "TIE" = <TIE> | | "y0 = y.y" "TIE" = <TIE> |
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− | We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, | + | |
− | While the silent moon shines clearly;
| + | {| align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="90%" |
− | I'll clasp thy waist, and, fondly prest, | + | | colspan="2" | We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, |
− | Swear how I lo'e thee dearly:
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− | Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs, | + | | width="5%" | || While the silent moon shines clearly; |
− | Not Autumn to the farmer,
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− | So dear can be as thou to me, | + | | colspan="2" | I'll clasp thy waist, and, fondly prest, |
− | My fair, my lovely charmer!
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− | Robert Burns, Now Westlin Winds, [CPW, 44]
| + | | width="5%" | || Swear how I lo'e thee dearly: |
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| + | | colspan="2" | Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs, |
| + | |- |
| + | | width="5%" | || Not Autumn to the farmer, |
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| + | | colspan="2" | So dear can be as thou to me, |
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| + | | width="5%" | || My fair, my lovely charmer! |
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| + | | colspan="2" align="right" | — Robert Burns, ''Now Westlin Winds'', [CPW, 44] |
| + | |} |
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| + | <pre> |
| Table 31 | | Table 31 |
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