Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Volume 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... ye . My cloak was anes a good grey cloak , When it was fitting for my wear ; But now it's scantly worth a groat , For I have worn't this thirty year ; Let's spend the gear that we have won , We little ken the day we'll die : Then I'll ...
... ye . My cloak was anes a good grey cloak , When it was fitting for my wear ; But now it's scantly worth a groat , For I have worn't this thirty year ; Let's spend the gear that we have won , We little ken the day we'll die : Then I'll ...
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... : Nought's to be won at woman's hand , Unless ye give her a ' the plea ; Then I'll leave aff where I began , And tak my auld cloak about me . RATTLIN , ROARIN WILLIE . THE last stanza of this B 2 3 Do ye not see Rob, Jock, and Hab...
... : Nought's to be won at woman's hand , Unless ye give her a ' the plea ; Then I'll leave aff where I began , And tak my auld cloak about me . RATTLIN , ROARIN WILLIE . THE last stanza of this B 2 3 Do ye not see Rob, Jock, and Hab...
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... Ye'll cast your head anither airt , An ' answer him fu ' dry . Tibbie , I hae , & c . But if he hae the name o ' gear , Ye'll fasten to him like a brier , Tho ' hardly he for sense or lear Be better than the kye . Tibbie , I hae , & c ...
... Ye'll cast your head anither airt , An ' answer him fu ' dry . Tibbie , I hae , & c . But if he hae the name o ' gear , Ye'll fasten to him like a brier , Tho ' hardly he for sense or lear Be better than the kye . Tibbie , I hae , & c ...
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... ye , my bonie lass , And tell me what they ca ' ye ? My name , she says , is Mistress Jean , And I follow the ... ll leave your Collier laddie , Ye shall gang in gay attire , Weel buskit up sae gawdy ; And ane to wait on every hand Gin ...
... ye , my bonie lass , And tell me what they ca ' ye ? My name , she says , is Mistress Jean , And I follow the ... ll leave your Collier laddie , Ye shall gang in gay attire , Weel buskit up sae gawdy ; And ane to wait on every hand Gin ...
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... ye . " I'll go to bed to my Johny Faa , And I'll go to bed to my deary ; For I vow and swear by what past yestreén , That lord shall nae mair come near me . " my " I'll mak a hap to my Johny Faa , And I'll mak a hap to my deary ; And ...
... ye . " I'll go to bed to my Johny Faa , And I'll go to bed to my deary ; For I vow and swear by what past yestreén , That lord shall nae mair come near me . " my " I'll mak a hap to my Johny Faa , And I'll mak a hap to my deary ; And ...
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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