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Legal & Other Lyrics

By George Outram: Containing a number of new pieces & fifteen illustrations by Edward J. Sullivan
Outram, George (1805-1856)

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INTRODUCTORY NOTICE
 
[If ye've been up ayont Dundee]
 
[“'Twas not his form, 'twas not his face]
 
The Woods and the Forests
 
The Tzar Kolokol
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THE ANNUITY
 
WISHES
 
THE FACULTY ROLL
 
THE MULTIPLEPOINDING
 
SOUMIN AN' ROUMIN
 
THE OLD TRUE BLUE
 
THE SAUMON
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THE PROCESS OF AUGMENTATION
 
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THE LORDS MODIFY
 
THE HERITORS REJOICE
 
THE MINISTER CONSOLES HIMSELF
 
THE LAW OF MARRIAGE
 
THE REFORM BILL
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JOHN AND JEAN
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ANTENUPTIAL
 
JOHN SINGS OF JEAN
 
JEAN SINGS OF JOHN
 
POSTNUPTIAL
 
THE BANKS O' THE DEE
 
THE PROCESS OF WAKENIN'
 
CESSIO BONORUM
 
LADY! THINE EYE IS BRIGHT
 
WHAT WILL I DO GIN MY DOGGIE DEE?
 
ELSIE
 
DUBBYSIDE
 
WHEN THIS OLD WIG WAS NEW
 
THE SIGN O' THE CRAW
 
MY WIFE HAS COME OWER TO CURE ME
 
DRINKIN' DRAMS
 
HERE I AM
 
WE BE THREE POOR BARRISTERS
 
THE LAWYER'S SUIT
 
MY NANNIE
 
THE HOLY LOCH
 
INSURANCE
 
IS THE HOUSE WARM YET?
 
AN APPEAL FROM THE SHERIFF
 
ON HOPE
 
FORGET NOT ME
 
AE DAY I GOT MARRIED
 
THE SWINE
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FRAGMENTS
 
THE BARLEY-FEVER
 
THE MILLER
 
THE FULE'S SANG
 
THE ALEHOUSE
 
WOMAN
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EPIGRAMS
 
ON HEARING A LADY PRAISE A CERTAIN REV. DOCTOR'S EYES
 
[A' things created have their uses]
 
ON MISS GRACE C---
 
ON DAVID ---, AN EGOTIST
 
['Twixt Joan and Chloe who'll decide]
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EPITAPHS
 
HERE LIES
 
AN EPITAPH AND RETROSPECT
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ADDITIONAL PIECES HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED
 
D. O. HILL
 
THE COLLECTOR
 
WHEN WINDS WHISTLED SHRILL
 
WILL YE GANG WI' ME
 
THE RUINED FORT
 
THE SONG OF MEMORY
 
BONNIE MARY
 
A LINNET WARBLED

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WOMAN

Like a clear rippling stream
Glancing in the sunny beam
So artless pure does woman seem—
Whistle o'er the lave o't!
She's like (as we in beuks may read)
The daisy blooming on the mead,
A helpless, sweet, bit bonny weed—
Whistle o'er the lave o't!
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