The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The Landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet and precious: The Souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might... The poems of Robert Burns. (Bell and Daldy's pocket vols.). - Seite 207 von Robert Burns - 1863 Vollansicht -
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