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... wife And I'll owre the muir to Maggy : ... 212 106 ... 168 ... 483 387 ... ... 569 446 481 336 : 407 469 : 211 ... 342 244 358 ... 115 399 150 387 391 ... 176 ... 578 45 369 50 230 75 163 373 : 23 0.0 91 030 PAGE . And oh my Eppie ...
... wife And I'll owre the muir to Maggy : ... 212 106 ... 168 ... 483 387 ... ... 569 446 481 336 : 407 469 : 211 ... 342 244 358 ... 115 399 150 387 391 ... 176 ... 578 45 369 50 230 75 163 373 : 23 0.0 91 030 PAGE . And oh my Eppie ...
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... wife I may sit in my wee croo - house I wadna ' gie my ain wife I was ance a weel tochered lass I will awa ' wi ' my love ... ... ... I winna gang back to my mammy again ... ... : : : ... I winna lo'e the laddie that ca's the cart and ...
... wife I may sit in my wee croo - house I wadna ' gie my ain wife I was ance a weel tochered lass I will awa ' wi ' my love ... ... ... I winna gang back to my mammy again ... ... : : : ... I winna lo'e the laddie that ca's the cart and ...
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... wife's a wanton wee thing ... ... ... Nae Gentle dames thoe'er sae fair Nancy's to the Greenwood gane ... ... 164 ... 203 15 430 ... 463 444 217 548 503 231 ... 300 226 370 83 457 70 331 400 265 Neath the wave thy lover sleeps Never ...
... wife's a wanton wee thing ... ... ... Nae Gentle dames thoe'er sae fair Nancy's to the Greenwood gane ... ... 164 ... 203 15 430 ... 463 444 217 548 503 231 ... 300 226 370 83 457 70 331 400 265 Neath the wave thy lover sleeps Never ...
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... wife she dang me Oh dinna ask me gin I loe thee ... ... PAGE . 422 ... 372 131 ... 396 6 421 411 195 325 ... 89 303 ... 166 278 ... 467 396 ... 58 , 456 376 500 41 381 284 ... 180 432 536 91 425 ... : 03 : : : . : .. 500 259 348 184 258 ...
... wife she dang me Oh dinna ask me gin I loe thee ... ... PAGE . 422 ... 372 131 ... 396 6 421 411 195 325 ... 89 303 ... 166 278 ... 467 396 ... 58 , 456 376 500 41 381 284 ... 180 432 536 91 425 ... : 03 : : : . : .. 500 259 348 184 258 ...
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... wife o ' Aldivalloch Sae flaxen were her ringlets ... Saw ye Johnny comin ' , quoth she : PAGE . 436 221 283 243 ... 577 479 434 : : 306 217 281 230 490 426 220 030 226 432 234 372 ... 196 63 561 398 150 470 105 ... 176 505 ... 327 547 ...
... wife o ' Aldivalloch Sae flaxen were her ringlets ... Saw ye Johnny comin ' , quoth she : PAGE . 436 221 283 243 ... 577 479 434 : : 306 217 281 230 490 426 220 030 226 432 234 372 ... 196 63 561 398 150 470 105 ... 176 505 ... 327 547 ...
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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!