Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 páginas |
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... The tither morn 318 There grows a bonie brier bush in our kail - yard 320 Duncan Davifon 322 Cock up your beaver - 323 The weary pund o ' tow 324 The Captain's Lady 325 Young Jockey was the blytheft lad Page 326 Ay waukin ( xii )
... The tither morn 318 There grows a bonie brier bush in our kail - yard 320 Duncan Davifon 322 Cock up your beaver - 323 The weary pund o ' tow 324 The Captain's Lady 325 Young Jockey was the blytheft lad Page 326 Ay waukin ( xii )
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... grows green in fummer showers , I'll love my gallant failor . SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE , & c . S Air . - SHE'S FAIR AND FAuse . HE'S fair and faufe that causes my smart , I lo'ed her meikle and lang ; She's broken her vow , fhe's broken my ...
... grows green in fummer showers , I'll love my gallant failor . SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE , & c . S Air . - SHE'S FAIR AND FAuse . HE'S fair and faufe that causes my smart , I lo'ed her meikle and lang ; She's broken her vow , fhe's broken my ...
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... Blythe by the banks of Earn , And blythe in Glenturit glen . By Ochtertyre grows the aik , On Yarrow banks the birken fhaw , But Phemie was a bonier lafs Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Blythe , blythe , and merry was the , Blythe ( 52 )
... Blythe by the banks of Earn , And blythe in Glenturit glen . By Ochtertyre grows the aik , On Yarrow banks the birken fhaw , But Phemie was a bonier lafs Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Blythe , blythe , and merry was the , Blythe ( 52 )
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... shady thorn Defies the angler's art : My life was ance that careless stream , That wanton trout was I ; But love wi ' unrelenting beam Has fcorch'd my fountains dry . The little floweret's peaceful lot In yonder cliff that grows ( 80 )
... shady thorn Defies the angler's art : My life was ance that careless stream , That wanton trout was I ; But love wi ' unrelenting beam Has fcorch'd my fountains dry . The little floweret's peaceful lot In yonder cliff that grows ( 80 )
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Robert Burns. The little floweret's peaceful lot In yonder cliff that grows , Which , fave the linnet's flight , I wot , Nae ruder vifit knows , Was mine ; ' till Love has o'er me past , And blighted a ' my bloom , And now beneath the ...
Robert Burns. The little floweret's peaceful lot In yonder cliff that grows , Which , fave the linnet's flight , I wot , Nae ruder vifit knows , Was mine ; ' till Love has o'er me past , And blighted a ' my bloom , And now beneath the ...
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aboon ain dear amang banks bannocks barley bree beſt birks of Aberfeldy blaw bleft blythe bofom bonie blue Bonie laffie bonie lafs braes braw breaſt BURNS charms CHORUS dearie Devon e'en Eppie fair fang Farewell feen fhall fing firſt flowers fome forrow frae ftill fweet Glaſgow glen green gude hame heart Here's a health Highland Highland laddie ilka James Jamie John Katie kifs Kilmarnock laddie laſs LASSIE lo'es lover Lynedoch Street Mary maun mony morning muſt nae mair ne'er never night o'er parcel of rogues Phely pleaſure pofie roſe ſay ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmile ſpring ſtill ſtream Street ſweet thee thro thyme Tibbie tocher treaſure weary wee thing weel Weft whigs whiſtle wife Willie wind wooing o't wyte ye go ye'll
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