The Songs of Scotland Chronologically Arranged: With Introduction and NotesAlison & Ross, 1872 - 583 páginas |
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... there's peace on the shore , now there's calm on the sea Now wat ye wha I met yestreen Now winter wi ' his cloudy brow O Allister McAllister ... O , an ye were dead gudeman O , are ye sleepin , Maggie ... ... O , Bell thy looks hae ...
... there's peace on the shore , now there's calm on the sea Now wat ye wha I met yestreen Now winter wi ' his cloudy brow O Allister McAllister ... O , an ye were dead gudeman O , are ye sleepin , Maggie ... ... O , Bell thy looks hae ...
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... There's Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen There's braw braw lads on Yarrow braes ... ... 26 416 59 579 210 : : : : : : : : : ... ... : : ... : : : : : T : 571 166 448 552 564 367 185 ... 439 195 215 64 171 57 279 253 : 219 There's ...
... There's Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen There's braw braw lads on Yarrow braes ... ... 26 416 59 579 210 : : : : : : : : : ... ... : : ... : : : : : T : 571 166 448 552 564 367 185 ... 439 195 215 64 171 57 279 253 : 219 There's ...
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With Introduction and Notes. There's Cauld Kail in Aberdeen There's Cauld Kail in Aberdeen There's fowth o ' braw Jockies and Jennies There's kames o ' hinnie ' tween my love's lipes There's nae laddie comin ' for thee , my dear Jean ...
With Introduction and Notes. There's Cauld Kail in Aberdeen There's Cauld Kail in Aberdeen There's fowth o ' braw Jockies and Jennies There's kames o ' hinnie ' tween my love's lipes There's nae laddie comin ' for thee , my dear Jean ...
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... there none . Skald a bellis nou.5 The Abirdenis nou . " Brume , brume on hil.7 Allone I veip in grit distress . Trolee lollee lemmendou.8 Bille , vil thou cum by a lute and belt thee in Sanct Francis cord , 9 The frog cam ' to the myl ...
... there none . Skald a bellis nou.5 The Abirdenis nou . " Brume , brume on hil.7 Allone I veip in grit distress . Trolee lollee lemmendou.8 Bille , vil thou cum by a lute and belt thee in Sanct Francis cord , 9 The frog cam ' to the myl ...
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... there cam ' my lady wren , Wi ' mony a sigh and groan , O what care I for a ' the lads , If my wee lad be gone ! Then ... There's nane i ' the right , but we Of the auld Scottish nation . Jenny shall wear the hood , Jocky the sark of God ...
... there cam ' my lady wren , Wi ' mony a sigh and groan , O what care I for a ' the lads , If my wee lad be gone ! Then ... There's nane i ' the right , but we Of the auld Scottish nation . Jenny shall wear the hood , Jocky the sark of God ...
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The Songs of Scotland: Chronologically Arranged, with Introduction and Notes Visualização completa - 1893 |
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aboon ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld bairns baith bawbee blaw blythe bonnet bonnie lassie bosom braes braw canna cauld Charlie charms dear dinna Donald e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang gear Geordie gi'e glen green gude gudeman ha'e hame heart HERD'S COLLECTION Highland laddie hills ilka JAMES HOGG Jamie Jenny John Tod Johnnie Johnnie Cope king kiss lady laird lass lo'e luve Maggie Mary maun mither mony morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night o'er ower owre plaid Rob Roy Macgregor ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL sang Scotland Scottish siller sing smile song sweet syne tears thee There's thine thou wadna weel Whigs wife WILLIAM MOTHERWELL Willie winna Yarrow ye'll ye're yestreen young
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Página 446 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 388 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 238 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Página 205 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. " The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day!
Página 386 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Página 209 - 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 : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 237 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Página 21 - I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne : He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To win or lose it all.
Página 212 - 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. 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 lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 387 - 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!