Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Volume 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... Glenturit glen . By Oughtertyre grows the aik , On Yarrow banks , the birken shaw ; But Phemie was a bonnier lass , Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Blythe , & c . Her looks were like a flow'r in May , Her 12 YOUNG DAMON. ...
... Glenturit glen . By Oughtertyre grows the aik , On Yarrow banks , the birken shaw ; But Phemie was a bonnier lass , Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Blythe , & c . Her looks were like a flow'r in May , Her 12 YOUNG DAMON. ...
Página 105
... grow , and rivers row , And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair ; Ah ! faith , co ' Jonie , I got a fleg , With their claymores and ...
... grow , and rivers row , And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair ; Ah ! faith , co ' Jonie , I got a fleg , With their claymores and ...
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... grows , Ca ' them whare the burnie rowes , My bonnie dearie . As I gaed down the water - side , There I met my shepherd lad , He row'd me sweetly in his plaid , An ' he ca'd me his dearie . Ca ' the ewes , & c . Will ye gang down the ...
... grows , Ca ' them whare the burnie rowes , My bonnie dearie . As I gaed down the water - side , There I met my shepherd lad , He row'd me sweetly in his plaid , An ' he ca'd me his dearie . Ca ' the ewes , & c . Will ye gang down the ...
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... grow auld , It wad na been , by mony fauld , Sae sair a heart to nane o's a ' : For a ' the claith that we hae worn , Frae her and her's sae aften shorn , The loss o ' her we cou'd hae born , Had fair strae - death ta'en her awa ' . The ...
... grow auld , It wad na been , by mony fauld , Sae sair a heart to nane o's a ' : For a ' the claith that we hae worn , Frae her and her's sae aften shorn , The loss o ' her we cou'd hae born , Had fair strae - death ta'en her awa ' . The ...
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... grows bonnie wi ' thyme ) And he had a wife was the plague o ' his days ; And the thyme it is wither'd and the rue is in prime . Ae day as the carl gaed up the lang glen , ( Hey , and the rue grows bonnie wi ' thyme ) He met wi ' the ...
... grows bonnie wi ' thyme ) And he had a wife was the plague o ' his days ; And the thyme it is wither'd and the rue is in prime . Ae day as the carl gaed up the lang glen , ( Hey , and the rue grows bonnie wi ' thyme ) He met wi ' the ...
Termos e frases comuns
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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