The blackbird, containing one hundred and thirty songs, Scots and English. To which is added, the songs in Love in a village, and The maid of the mill [by I. Bickerstaffe].1783 |
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Արդյունքներ 10–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Lord's anointed . And this is law I will maintain , Until my dying day , Sir , That whatfoever king shall reign , I will be Vicar of Brae , Sir . When royal JAMES obtain'd the crown , And Pop'ry came in fashion , The penal laws I hooted ...
... Lord's anointed . And this is law I will maintain , Until my dying day , Sir , That whatfoever king shall reign , I will be Vicar of Brae , Sir . When royal JAMES obtain'd the crown , And Pop'ry came in fashion , The penal laws I hooted ...
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... Lord Douglas come His men in armour bright , Full fifteen hundred Scottish fpears , All marching in our fight ;: All pleafant men of Teviotdale , .. Dwell by the river Tweed ; Then cease your sport , Ear Piercy faids And take your bows ...
... Lord Douglas come His men in armour bright , Full fifteen hundred Scottish fpears , All marching in our fight ;: All pleafant men of Teviotdale , .. Dwell by the river Tweed ; Then cease your sport , Ear Piercy faids And take your bows ...
Էջ 67
... Lord Douglas on a milk - white steed , Moft like a baron bold , Rode foremosft of the company , Whofe armour fhone like gold . Show me , faid he , whofe men you be That hunt fo boldly here ; That , without my confent , do chace fallow ...
... Lord Douglas on a milk - white steed , Moft like a baron bold , Rode foremosft of the company , Whofe armour fhone like gold . Show me , faid he , whofe men you be That hunt fo boldly here ; That , without my confent , do chace fallow ...
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... lord , They made a cruel fight .. They fought , until they both did sweat , With fwords of temper'd fteel , Until the blood like drops of rain , • They trinkling down did feel . Yield thee , Lord Piercy , Douglas faid , In faith I will ...
... lord , They made a cruel fight .. They fought , until they both did sweat , With fwords of temper'd fteel , Until the blood like drops of rain , • They trinkling down did feel . Yield thee , Lord Piercy , Douglas faid , In faith I will ...
Էջ 69
... Lord Douglas to the heart A deep and deadly blow : Who never fpoke more words than thefe , Fight on my merry men all : For why ? my life is at an end ; Lord Piercy fees me fall . Then leaving life , Lord Piercy took The dead man by the ...
... Lord Douglas to the heart A deep and deadly blow : Who never fpoke more words than thefe , Fight on my merry men all : For why ? my life is at an end ; Lord Piercy fees me fall . Then leaving life , Lord Piercy took The dead man by the ...
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The Blackbird, Containing One Hundred and Twenty-four Songs, Scots and ... BLACKBIRD Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1771 |
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Amyntas archery auld baith beauty blefs bleft blifs bofom bonny breaft Celia Charles Murray charms chear Chor cruel love cry'd Cuckow dear defire delight didle e'er Earl Earl Douglas ev'ry eyes faid fair fallow deer fear fenfe fhall fhepherd fhine fhould fighing filly fing flain flave fmiles foft fome fong foon forrow foul frae ftill fuch fure fwain fweet gaberlunzie happy Hark heart Hearts of oak heav'n Jenny Jock John Ochiltree Jove kifs king lafs laft lips lo'es lover LUNCARTY maid marry'd maun meikle merry mind morn mufe mufic muft ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion Phaon Piercy pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r rife rofe ſhe ſweet tarry woo tell thee thefe there's thou tocher treaſure Tune waly weel Whilft whofe wife Woo'd young
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Էջ 75 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Էջ 37 - Wi' cauk and keel' I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee. And draw a black clout o'er my ee ; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
Էջ 45 - My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Էջ 35 - Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie, Will you lodge a silly poor man ? The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he sat ; My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang. O wow ! quo...
Էջ 67 - I know thee well, an Earl thou art, Lord Piercy, so am I. But trust me, Piercy, pity it were, And great offence, to kill Any of these our harmless men'; For they have done no ill. Let thou and I the battle try. And set our men aside. Accurst be he, Lord Piercy said, By whom this is deny'd.
Էջ 75 - And made the fcarlet pale ? * And why did I, young witlefs maid, • Believe the flatt'ring tale ! ' That face, alas ! no more is fair, ' Thofe lips no longer red ; ' Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death,
Էջ 36 - Since naething's awa', as we can learn, The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn, Gae but the house, lass, and waken my bairn, And bid her come quickly ben.
Էջ 24 - Let him, &c. He that will not merry, merry be, With a company of jolly boys; May he be plagued with a scolding wife, To confound him with her noise. Let him, &c.
Էջ 45 - TDLESS'D as th' immortal gods is he, -*-' The youth who fondly fits by thee, And hears and fees thee all the while, Softly fpeak and fweetly fmile. 'Twas this...
Էջ 95 - Tis she does the virgins excel ; No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell : She's fairest where thousands are fair.