The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Volume 11816 |
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... wind on his mountains , Save love's willing fetters - the chains o ' his Jean . * * This panegyric on his much - loved Caledonia by our immortal Bard , is justly entitled to the highest rank among the lyric ef fusions of the Scottish ...
... wind on his mountains , Save love's willing fetters - the chains o ' his Jean . * * This panegyric on his much - loved Caledonia by our immortal Bard , is justly entitled to the highest rank among the lyric ef fusions of the Scottish ...
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... winds howl to the waves ' dashing roar ; There would I weep my woes , There seek my lost repose , Till grief my eyes should close , Ne'er to wake more . Falsest of womankind , canst thou declare All thy fond plighted vows - fleeting as ...
... winds howl to the waves ' dashing roar ; There would I weep my woes , There seek my lost repose , Till grief my eyes should close , Ne'er to wake more . Falsest of womankind , canst thou declare All thy fond plighted vows - fleeting as ...
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... winds sighed , the lightnings gleamed , the thunder rolled . The poet enjoyed the awful scene he spoke not a word , but semed rapt in medita- tion . In a little while the rain began to fall ; it poured in floods upon us . For three ...
... winds sighed , the lightnings gleamed , the thunder rolled . The poet enjoyed the awful scene he spoke not a word , but semed rapt in medita- tion . In a little while the rain began to fall ; it poured in floods upon us . For three ...
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... plain ! Through weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle , E Then pride might climb the slipp❜ry steep , Where fame SCOTTISH SONGS . 49.
... plain ! Through weary winter's wind and rain , With joy , with rapture , I would toil And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle , E Then pride might climb the slipp❜ry steep , Where fame SCOTTISH SONGS . 49.
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... wind's breezy wing . While , daring and prudent , thy sons fill their stations ; Scarce equalled in Arts , and unrivalled in arms ; For learning , thy fame resounds through the Nations ; And peerless , thy daughters , in virtue and ...
... wind's breezy wing . While , daring and prudent , thy sons fill their stations ; Scarce equalled in Arts , and unrivalled in arms ; For learning , thy fame resounds through the Nations ; And peerless , thy daughters , in virtue and ...
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aboon alang amang auld langsyne auld Robin Gray baith banks bannocks Bard barley bree beautiful birken Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw bloom blythe bonnie lassie bosom braw breast BURNS busk Caledonia canna cantie cauld charms coggie dear dearie e'en e'er fair Farewell flowers frae friends gang glen green gude hame happy heart Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie Jean Jockie John Anderson Johnnie kiss laird lass lo'ed Logan braes loo'd lover Maggie maid Mary maun mind monie morning muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre plaid pleasure ROBERT TANNAHILL Roslin Castle sang scenes Scottish simmer sing smile snaw song tear thee There's thou thro TUNE verses wander weel Whan whare wild wind winna wooing young young Jessie
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Página 95 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Página 33 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 34 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 18 - 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', Let him follow me!
Página 311 - Thou'rt welcome to it dearly ! For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor ; But glory is the sodger's prize ; The sodger's wealth is...
Página 162 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Página 25 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Página 135 - Glen? Yestreen at the Valentines' dealing, My heart to my mou gied a sten : For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written, Tam Glen. The last Halloween I was waukin My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken ; His likeness cam up the house staukin — And the very grey breeks o...
Página 25 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Página 198 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a