Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Volume 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... banks she'll bide , Sweet birks her head o'erhinging ; The lintwhite loud and Progne proud , With tuneful throats and narrow , Into St. Leonard's banks they sing As sweetly as in Yarrow . The lapwing lilteth o'er the lee , With nimble ...
... banks she'll bide , Sweet birks her head o'erhinging ; The lintwhite loud and Progne proud , With tuneful throats and narrow , Into St. Leonard's banks they sing As sweetly as in Yarrow . The lapwing lilteth o'er the lee , With nimble ...
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... Tweed and Leader standing ; The birds that flee throw Reedpath trees , And Gledswood banks ilk morrow , May chant and sing - Sweet Leader - Haughs , And bonny howms of Yarrow . But Minstrel Burn cannot assuage His grief , while life 52.
... Tweed and Leader standing ; The birds that flee throw Reedpath trees , And Gledswood banks ilk morrow , May chant and sing - Sweet Leader - Haughs , And bonny howms of Yarrow . But Minstrel Burn cannot assuage His grief , while life 52.
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... BANKS OF AYR . I COMPOSED this song as I convoyed my chest so far on the road to Greenock , where I was to em- bark in a few days for Jamaica . I meant it as my farewel Dirge to my native land . The gloomy night is gathering fast , Loud ...
... BANKS OF AYR . I COMPOSED this song as I convoyed my chest so far on the road to Greenock , where I was to em- bark in a few days for Jamaica . I meant it as my farewel Dirge to my native land . The gloomy night is gathering fast , Loud ...
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... banks of Ayr . The autumn mourns her rip'ning corn , By early winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly : Chill runs my blood to hear it rave , I think upon the stormy wave , Where many a ...
... banks of Ayr . The autumn mourns her rip'ning corn , By early winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly : Chill runs my blood to hear it rave , I think upon the stormy wave , Where many a ...
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... banks of Ayr ! A WAUKRIFE MINNIE . I PICKED up this old song and tune from a country girl in Nithsdale . - I never met with it elsewhere in Scotland . Whare are you gaun , my bonie lass , Where are you gaun , my hinnie , She answer'd me ...
... banks of Ayr ! A WAUKRIFE MINNIE . I PICKED up this old song and tune from a country girl in Nithsdale . - I never met with it elsewhere in Scotland . Whare are you gaun , my bonie lass , Where are you gaun , my hinnie , She answer'd me ...
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amang auld lang syne baith ballad Blythe bonie lass bosom braes Burns CALIFORNIA LIBRARY canna cauld Child Maurice COCKPEN crookit horn cry'd dear dearie dinna e'er Edinburgh Ewie fair Findlay frae Fy let gallant gang gangrel grows bonnie wi gude gypsie laddie hame heart Highland Hughie Graham Jamie Johny Jolly Beggars kebars lady laird lassie Leader-Haughs Lord maun meikle merry mony morning Nansy ne'er never night O'er the moor old song owre poem Rob Roy ROBERT BURNS rue grows bonnie sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing snaw sodger laddie stanza sweet sword thee thou thro thyme Tibbie tune UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse warn Watty weel whare wife Willie wither'd Woo'd and married Yarrow ye'll ye're young
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Página 230 - The Jolly Beggars, for humorous description and nice discrimination of character, is inferior to no poem of the same length in the whole range of English poetry. The scene, indeed, is laid in the very lowest department of low life, the actors being a set of strolling vagrants met to carouse and barter their rags and plunder for liquor in a hedge ale-house.