Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Volume 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... dear , And call'd the taylor thief and loun . He was the king that wore a crown , And thou the man of laigh degree , ' Tis pride puts a ' the country down , Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee . Every land has its ain laugh , Ilk kind of ...
... dear , And call'd the taylor thief and loun . He was the king that wore a crown , And thou the man of laigh degree , ' Tis pride puts a ' the country down , Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee . Every land has its ain laugh , Ilk kind of ...
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... , joy - surrounded , Gaudy day to you is dear . Gentle night , do thou befriend me , Downy sleep the curtain draw ; Spirits kind , again attend me , Talk of him that's far awa ! . YOUNG DAMON . THIS air is by Oswald . BLYTHE 11.
... , joy - surrounded , Gaudy day to you is dear . Gentle night , do thou befriend me , Downy sleep the curtain draw ; Spirits kind , again attend me , Talk of him that's far awa ! . YOUNG DAMON . THIS air is by Oswald . BLYTHE 11.
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... dear , I'll bid her laugh her cares away , And beg her not to drap a tear : Hae I a joy ! its a ' her ain ; United still her heart and mine ; They're like the woodbine round the tree , That's twin'd till death shall them disjoin . MY ...
... dear , I'll bid her laugh her cares away , And beg her not to drap a tear : Hae I a joy ! its a ' her ain ; United still her heart and mine ; They're like the woodbine round the tree , That's twin'd till death shall them disjoin . MY ...
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... dear ? That bar'd my castle wa ' ? Wha was't that bade wild ruin bruid Whar pipes did glad the ha ' ? ” Nor half way had the message sped , When their tough bows they drew : But far attour the warriors heads The shafts for anger flew ...
... dear ? That bar'd my castle wa ' ? Wha was't that bade wild ruin bruid Whar pipes did glad the ha ' ? ” Nor half way had the message sped , When their tough bows they drew : But far attour the warriors heads The shafts for anger flew ...
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... to the me- mory of a departed Friend . " To Riddell , much lamented man ! This ivied cot was dear ; Wanderer , dost value matchless worth ? This ivied cot revere ! " How While day and night can bring delight , Or nature 92.
... to the me- mory of a departed Friend . " To Riddell , much lamented man ! This ivied cot was dear ; Wanderer , dost value matchless worth ? This ivied cot revere ! " How While day and night can bring delight , Or nature 92.
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amang auld lang syne baith ballad Blythe bonie lass bosom braes Burns CALIFORNIA LIBRARY canna cauld Child Maurice COCKPEN crookit horn cry'd dear dearie dinna e'er Edinburgh Ewie fair Findlay frae Fy let gallant gang gangrel grows bonnie wi gude gypsie laddie hame heart Highland Hughie Graham Jamie Johny Jolly Beggars kebars lady laird lassie Leader-Haughs Lord maun meikle merry mony morning Nansy ne'er never night O'er the moor old song owre poem Rob Roy ROBERT BURNS rue grows bonnie sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing snaw sodger laddie stanza sweet sword thee thou thro thyme Tibbie tune UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse warn Watty weel whare wife Willie wither'd Woo'd and married Yarrow ye'll ye're young
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Página 127 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
Página 136 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou, &c.
Página 112 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 112 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Página 105 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 127 - And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Página 43 - When I upon thy bosom lean, And fondly clasp thee, a' my ain, I glory in the sacred ties That made us ane wha ance were twain ; A mutual flame inspires us baith, The tender look, the melting kiss ; Even years shall ne'er destroy our love But only gie us change o
Página 167 - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
Página 250 - CHORUS. A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
Página 230 - The Jolly Beggars, for humorous description and nice discrimination of character, is inferior to no poem of the same length in the whole range of English poetry. The scene, indeed, is laid in the very lowest department of low life, the actors being a set of strolling vagrants met to carouse and barter their rags and plunder for liquor in a hedge ale-house.