Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
From inside the book
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... appear to exist upon this subject , we may run counter to the preconceived notions of many persons . But we shall not rob " the land of cakes " of any thing - not of a single melody out of the many hundreds of beautiful compositions ...
... appear to exist upon this subject , we may run counter to the preconceived notions of many persons . But we shall not rob " the land of cakes " of any thing - not of a single melody out of the many hundreds of beautiful compositions ...
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... of the English , and the best instruments of the kind were made by them ; also that their music was worthy the excellence of their workmanship . - Il Fronimo , Venice , 1583 . He It will appear that in the year 1405 - INTRODUCTION . 5.
... of the English , and the best instruments of the kind were made by them ; also that their music was worthy the excellence of their workmanship . - Il Fronimo , Venice , 1583 . He It will appear that in the year 1405 - INTRODUCTION . 5.
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Charles Mackay. He It will appear that in the year 1405 - at the time when Chaucer's poetry was the delight of the educated classes , and when music was so highly popular in England , that all ranks of society cultivated the art of ...
Charles Mackay. He It will appear that in the year 1405 - at the time when Chaucer's poetry was the delight of the educated classes , and when music was so highly popular in England , that all ranks of society cultivated the art of ...
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... appear under their old titles , as given above , but with the " godly words " of the strange religious parodies which were made upon them . These six tunes , as well as all the other melodies in Hart's book , are acknowledged by all ...
... appear under their old titles , as given above , but with the " godly words " of the strange religious parodies which were made upon them . These six tunes , as well as all the other melodies in Hart's book , are acknowledged by all ...
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... appear that the intercourse between Eng- land and Scotland , or the identical origin of the two nations , or the similarity of literary and musical taste and develop- ment at this time , were such , that they possessed many songs in ...
... appear that the intercourse between Eng- land and Scotland , or the identical origin of the two nations , or the similarity of literary and musical taste and develop- ment at this time , were such , that they possessed many songs in ...
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Common terms and phrases
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Էջ 127 - 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 173 - 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 285 - 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.
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Էջ 286 - 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 129 - 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 114 - 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 118 - 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 76 - 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 93 - 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?