Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... John Anderson my Jo • Sir Walter Scott • Burns Tea - Table Miscellany 193 128 • . 119 · 57 John Hay's bonnie Lassie John Hay's bonnie Mary Johnnie Cope John of Badenyon Kelvin Grove Killiecrankie · Tea - Table Miscellany Peter Buchan's ...
... John Anderson my Jo • Sir Walter Scott • Burns Tea - Table Miscellany 193 128 • . 119 · 57 John Hay's bonnie Lassie John Hay's bonnie Mary Johnnie Cope John of Badenyon Kelvin Grove Killiecrankie · Tea - Table Miscellany Peter Buchan's ...
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... John , come kiss me now , " " Auld lang syne , " , " " John Anderson my Jo , " and " We're a ' noddin , " which belonged to the cathedral service of both coun- tries , were appropriated to profane purposes and indecent paro- dies , and ...
... John , come kiss me now , " " Auld lang syne , " , " " John Anderson my Jo , " and " We're a ' noddin , " which belonged to the cathedral service of both coun- tries , were appropriated to profane purposes and indecent paro- dies , and ...
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... John Anderson my Jo . " " John Anderson , " as it was sung before it was rendered presentable by Robert Burns , appeared in a very scarce volume of English songs , with the music , entitled " The Convivial Songster , " published in 1782 ...
... John Anderson my Jo . " " John Anderson , " as it was sung before it was rendered presentable by Robert Burns , appeared in a very scarce volume of English songs , with the music , entitled " The Convivial Songster , " published in 1782 ...
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... took down the notes from an itinerant piper in the Isle of Man . How difficult , then , to ascertain the truth respecting our poesy and music ! " Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon , To see. THE BANKS OF DOON . * JOHN ANDERSON MY JO .
... took down the notes from an itinerant piper in the Isle of Man . How difficult , then , to ascertain the truth respecting our poesy and music ! " Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon , To see. THE BANKS OF DOON . * JOHN ANDERSON MY JO .
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... 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 bald , John , Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow . John Anderson ...
... 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 bald , John , Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow . John Anderson ...
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Common terms and phrases
aboon ain countrie ain fireside ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld baith beautiful Behave yoursel birks of Aberfeldy blaw bloom blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom braw canna cauld charms dear dearie Delvin dinna doun e'en e'er fair Farewell flower frae Gala water gane gang gi'e gin ye green gude gudeman heart heather heaven Highland laddie Jamie Jeanie John Anderson kiss kye come hame Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes lover Maggie Mary maun melody mither mony nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns siller sing smile snaw stanza sung SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie winna Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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Էջ 125 - 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.
Էջ 171 - Wha, for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Էջ 283 - MY HEART'S in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Էջ 217 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Էջ 284 - 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!
Էջ 127 - 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 ! No more of me yon knew.
Էջ 112 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Էջ 116 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Էջ 74 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie — The Flowers of the Forest are weded away. Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.
Էջ 91 - O 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? That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?