The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... Mary .... 132 There's a Youth in this City 132 My Heart's in the Highlands 133 The rantin Dog the Daddie o't 134 I do confess thou art sae fair ... Yon wild mossy Mountains 135 135 Wha is that at my Bower Door ... 136 Tho ' cruel Fate ...
... Mary .... 132 There's a Youth in this City 132 My Heart's in the Highlands 133 The rantin Dog the Daddie o't 134 I do confess thou art sae fair ... Yon wild mossy Mountains 135 135 Wha is that at my Bower Door ... 136 Tho ' cruel Fate ...
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... Mary .. 170 Auld Lang Syne ...... 171 Bannockburn . 172 For a ' that and a ' that 173 Dainty Davie ....... How cruel are the Parents To Mr. Cunningham Why , why tell thy Lover Clarinda ... 174 175 176 177 178 The gallant Weaver 178 ...
... Mary .. 170 Auld Lang Syne ...... 171 Bannockburn . 172 For a ' that and a ' that 173 Dainty Davie ....... How cruel are the Parents To Mr. Cunningham Why , why tell thy Lover Clarinda ... 174 175 176 177 178 The gallant Weaver 178 ...
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... Mary Mary Morison . Wild War's deadly Blast ... My Father was a Farmer .......... A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son ... Amang the Trees Bonnie Lesley On Sensibility ......... Farewell to Ayrshire Fragments On a Bank of Flowers ...
... Mary Mary Morison . Wild War's deadly Blast ... My Father was a Farmer .......... A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son ... Amang the Trees Bonnie Lesley On Sensibility ......... Farewell to Ayrshire Fragments On a Bank of Flowers ...
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... Mary's no more . No more by the banks of the streamlet we'll wander , [ wave ; And smile at the moon's rimpled face in the No more shall my arms cling with fondness around her , [ grave . For the dew - drops of morning fall cold on her ...
... Mary's no more . No more by the banks of the streamlet we'll wander , [ wave ; And smile at the moon's rimpled face in the No more shall my arms cling with fondness around her , [ grave . For the dew - drops of morning fall cold on her ...
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... Mary , I'm thine wi ' a passion sincerest , And thou hast plighted me love o ' the dearest ! And thou'rt the angel that never can alter , Sooner the sun in his motion would falter . MARK YONDER POMP . TUNE - Deil tak the Wars H 2 ...
... Mary , I'm thine wi ' a passion sincerest , And thou hast plighted me love o ' the dearest ! And thou'rt the angel that never can alter , Sooner the sun in his motion would falter . MARK YONDER POMP . TUNE - Deil tak the Wars H 2 ...
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Seite 129 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Seite 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Seite 205 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Seite 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Seite 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Seite 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Seite 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Seite 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Seite 175 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Seite 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me.