The Scottish Songs, Volume 1Robert Chambers William Tait, 1829 - 359 páginas |
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... dear mother , what shall I do ? Cauld Kale in Aberdeen ; The Mucking o ' Geordie's Byre ; Leith Wynd ; Hero and Leander ; Kind Robin lo'es me ; ' Twas within a furlong of Edinburgh town , [ un English imitation . ] That this was ...
... dear mother , what shall I do ? Cauld Kale in Aberdeen ; The Mucking o ' Geordie's Byre ; Leith Wynd ; Hero and Leander ; Kind Robin lo'es me ; ' Twas within a furlong of Edinburgh town , [ un English imitation . ] That this was ...
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... dear friend ? and how comes on your fifth volume ? Let me hear from you as soon as convenient . Your work is a great one ; and , now that it is nearly finished , I see , if it were to begin again , two or three things that might be ...
... dear friend ? and how comes on your fifth volume ? Let me hear from you as soon as convenient . Your work is a great one ; and , now that it is nearly finished , I see , if it were to begin again , two or three things that might be ...
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... Dear and a - waly , hinnie , · Dear Roger , if your Jenny geck , PAGE 338 384 588 56 Deluded swain , the pleasure , 55 Dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee , 439 Dinna think , bonnie lassie , 609 Dirge of a Highland chief , 357 Does haughty ...
... Dear and a - waly , hinnie , · Dear Roger , if your Jenny geck , PAGE 338 384 588 56 Deluded swain , the pleasure , 55 Dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee , 439 Dinna think , bonnie lassie , 609 Dirge of a Highland chief , 357 Does haughty ...
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... dear , 96 Here's a health to them that's awa , 526 Here's to thy health , my bonnie lass , 572 Here's to the King , sir , 107 Hey , ca ' through , 526 Hey for a lass wi ' a tocher , 16 * Hey , Jenny , come down to Jock , 143 Hie ...
... dear , 96 Here's a health to them that's awa , 526 Here's to thy health , my bonnie lass , 572 Here's to the King , sir , 107 Hey , ca ' through , 526 Hey for a lass wi ' a tocher , 16 * Hey , Jenny , come down to Jock , 143 Hie ...
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... dear ! minnie , what shall I do , Oh ! dinna ask me gin I loe ye , O for ane and twenty , Tam , Oh , gin my love were yon red rose , Och hey , Johnnie lad , O , hush thee , my baby , · PAGE 127 535 467 92 173 401 374 215 · 475 541 439 ...
... dear ! minnie , what shall I do , Oh ! dinna ask me gin I loe ye , O for ane and twenty , Tam , Oh , gin my love were yon red rose , Och hey , Johnnie lad , O , hush thee , my baby , · PAGE 127 535 467 92 173 401 374 215 · 475 541 439 ...
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ain true love Allan Allan water Amang baith ballad baloo banks beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS canna cauld Charlie Complaynt of Scotland dance dear dearie Donald Macgillavry doun e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang Gilderoy glen green gude gudewife hame heart Herd's Collection Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jacobite Jamie Jenny Jock John Tod Johnnie king kiss laddie lady laird lass lo'e Lochaber lover Maggie maun merry mony muir nae mair nane ne'er never o'er ower padda Pinkie House puir Ramsay Rob Morris sang Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish song sing sweet Syne Tea-Table Miscellany thee There's thou tune TUNE-The verses wadna weel Whigs wife Willie wooer ye're yestreen young
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Página 13 - 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. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 133 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Página 204 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 134 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 54 - Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Página 189 - My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood ; Ye're like to the bark o...
Página 48 - Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie.
Página 164 - Devouring flames, and murdering steel ! The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath, The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And, stretch'd beneath the' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate, Within my filial breast shall beat...
Página 9 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love I No more of me you knew.
Página 140 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...