Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... Laddie , Highland Laddie Bonnie Lady Ann Ca ' the Yowes Caledonia . · Cam ' ye by Athole Braes ?. Carle , an the King come Charlie is my Darling Come under my Plaidie Coming through the Rye Contentit wi ' little Cradle Song Cromlet's ...
... Laddie , Highland Laddie Bonnie Lady Ann Ca ' the Yowes Caledonia . · Cam ' ye by Athole Braes ?. Carle , an the King come Charlie is my Darling Come under my Plaidie Coming through the Rye Contentit wi ' little Cradle Song Cromlet's ...
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... ( 2nd version ) The Highland Character Tea - Table Miscellany Rev. John Skinner Jane Elliot Mrs. Cockburn • . 215 . 175 . 124 51 290 76 . 77 Sir Harry Erskine . 171 The Highland Laddie The Highland Widow's Lament The Lark • vi CONTENTS .
... ( 2nd version ) The Highland Character Tea - Table Miscellany Rev. John Skinner Jane Elliot Mrs. Cockburn • . 215 . 175 . 124 51 290 76 . 77 Sir Harry Erskine . 171 The Highland Laddie The Highland Widow's Lament The Lark • vi CONTENTS .
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... Laddie . This is no mine ain House Thou art gane awa ' · • Thou hast sworn by thy God , my Jeanie Through the Wood , Laddie 99 Anonymous Allan Cunningham . Tea - Table Miscellany · • Hogg's Jacobite Relics . 270 · Hector Macneil • . 67 ...
... Laddie . This is no mine ain House Thou art gane awa ' · • Thou hast sworn by thy God , my Jeanie Through the Wood , Laddie 99 Anonymous Allan Cunningham . Tea - Table Miscellany · • Hogg's Jacobite Relics . 270 · Hector Macneil • . 67 ...
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... laddie gae'd to the green hill , And I at ewe milking first sey'd my young skill , To bear the milk - bowie nae pain was to me , When I at the bughting forgather'd with thee . PATIE . When corn - riggs waved yellow , and 330 SONGS OF ...
... laddie gae'd to the green hill , And I at ewe milking first sey'd my young skill , To bear the milk - bowie nae pain was to me , When I at the bughting forgather'd with thee . PATIE . When corn - riggs waved yellow , and 330 SONGS OF ...
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... LADDIE . ALLAN RAMSAY . IN April , when primroses paint the sweet plain , And summer approaching rejoiceth the swain , The yellow - hair'd laddie would oftentimes go To woods and deep glens where the hawthorn - trees grow . There under ...
... LADDIE . ALLAN RAMSAY . IN April , when primroses paint the sweet plain , And summer approaching rejoiceth the swain , The yellow - hair'd laddie would oftentimes go To woods and deep glens where the hawthorn - trees grow . There under ...
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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?