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... blythe and gay An ' a ' that ere my Jenny had An ' oh ! for ane an ' twenty Tam An ' thou wert my ain thing And are ye sure the news is true And can thy bosom bear the thought And fare ye weel my auld wife And I'll owre the muir to ...
... blythe and gay An ' a ' that ere my Jenny had An ' oh ! for ane an ' twenty Tam An ' thou wert my ain thing And are ye sure the news is true And can thy bosom bear the thought And fare ye weel my auld wife And I'll owre the muir to ...
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... Blythe , blythe , and merry was she ... ... Blythe , blythe , and merry was she - Second version Blythe , blythe , around the nappie Blythe are we set wi ' ither ... ... Blythe was the time when he fee'd wi ' my father O Blythe young ...
... Blythe , blythe , and merry was she ... ... Blythe , blythe , and merry was she - Second version Blythe , blythe , around the nappie Blythe are we set wi ' ither ... ... Blythe was the time when he fee'd wi ' my father O Blythe young ...
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... blythe ilk morn was I to see How dear to think on former days ... : DD . : PAGE . : 567 ... : : 206 324 ... 341 31 ... 477 216 ... ... 546 558 28 74 403 161 78 317 213 344 365 24 435 254 581 88 527 ... 266 9 22 3 102 448 386 : : : : O ...
... blythe ilk morn was I to see How dear to think on former days ... : DD . : PAGE . : 567 ... : : 206 324 ... 341 31 ... 477 216 ... ... 546 558 28 74 403 161 78 317 213 344 365 24 435 254 581 88 527 ... 266 9 22 3 102 448 386 : : : : O ...
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... blythe nature arrays Now , Jenny lass , my bonnie bird Now rosy May comes in wi ' flowers Now smiling summer's balmy breeze Now the sun's gaen out o ' sight ... ... Now there's peace on the shore , now there's calm on the sea Now wat ye ...
... blythe nature arrays Now , Jenny lass , my bonnie bird Now rosy May comes in wi ' flowers Now smiling summer's balmy breeze Now the sun's gaen out o ' sight ... ... Now there's peace on the shore , now there's calm on the sea Now wat ye ...
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... blythe and glad 222 Oh I am come to the low countrie 566 Oh lay thy loof in mine lass 223 ... Oh leeze me on my spinning wheel 228 ... Oh love will venture in , where it daurna weel be seen Oh Logan sweetly didst thou glide Oh Mally's ...
... blythe and glad 222 Oh I am come to the low countrie 566 Oh lay thy loof in mine lass 223 ... Oh leeze me on my spinning wheel 228 ... Oh love will venture in , where it daurna weel be seen Oh Logan sweetly didst thou glide Oh Mally's ...
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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!