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... heard frae my granny Fortune frowning most severe From Roslin Castle's echoing walls ... ... 341 418 382 95 107 345 239 394 ... 514 461 ... 324 55 ... 252 137 ... 462 556 356 321 ... 316 ... ... 575 249 ... 503 562 77 ... 529 568 255 ...
... heard frae my granny Fortune frowning most severe From Roslin Castle's echoing walls ... ... 341 418 382 95 107 345 239 394 ... 514 461 ... 324 55 ... 252 137 ... 462 556 356 321 ... 316 ... ... 575 249 ... 503 562 77 ... 529 568 255 ...
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... Heard ye e'er o ' Donald Gunn He is gone on the mountain Here around the ingle bleezin ... ... ... ... ... Here awa ' there awa ' here awa ' , Willie Here awa ' there awa ' wandering Willie Here's to the year that's awa ' Here's to the ...
... Heard ye e'er o ' Donald Gunn He is gone on the mountain Here around the ingle bleezin ... ... ... ... ... Here awa ' there awa ' here awa ' , Willie Here awa ' there awa ' wandering Willie Here's to the year that's awa ' Here's to the ...
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... heard the evening linnet's voice , the woodland tufts amang I lately lived in quiet ease I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane ... I loved thee once , I love thee no more I mark'd a gem o ' pearly dew I married wi ' a scolding wife I may sit ...
... heard the evening linnet's voice , the woodland tufts amang I lately lived in quiet ease I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane ... I loved thee once , I love thee no more I mark'd a gem o ' pearly dew I married wi ' a scolding wife I may sit ...
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... heard a lilting at our yowe milking I've seen the smiling ... I've spent my time in rioting ... ... I've wandered east , I've wandered west It wasna for our rightfu ' King Jenny's heart was frank and free Jocky fou , Jenny fain Jock he ...
... heard a lilting at our yowe milking I've seen the smiling ... I've spent my time in rioting ... ... I've wandered east , I've wandered west It wasna for our rightfu ' King Jenny's heart was frank and free Jocky fou , Jenny fain Jock he ...
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... heard Mary say ... ... One night as young Colin lay musing in bed Once on a morning of sweet recreation ... Our bonnie Scots lads in their green tartan plaids Our gallant Prince is now come hame Our goodman cam hame at e'en Our ...
... heard Mary say ... ... One night as young Colin lay musing in bed Once on a morning of sweet recreation ... Our bonnie Scots lads in their green tartan plaids Our gallant Prince is now come hame Our goodman cam hame at e'en Our ...
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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!