The Scottish Minstrel: Being a Complete Collection of Burns' Songs ; Together with His Correspondence with Mr. Thomson ; to which is Added and New and Complete GlossaryBenjamin Warner, 1818 - 312 էջ |
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... morning " " Auld lang syne , " XLIII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with a va- riation of " Bannock - burn , " Page . 71 72 74 75 77 83 XLIV . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Thanks and observations , 84 XLV . Mr. B. to Mr. T. On " Ban- nock - burn , " - sends ...
... morning " " Auld lang syne , " XLIII . Mr. B. to Mr. T. with a va- riation of " Bannock - burn , " Page . 71 72 74 75 77 83 XLIV . Mr. T. to Mr. B. Thanks and observations , 84 XLV . Mr. B. to Mr. T. On " Ban- nock - burn , " - sends ...
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... . Aye waking , O ! Hark the mavis , & c . On a bank of flowers , & c . Up in the Morning early , There's a youth in this city , Delia , 272 273 274 275 ib . 276 INDEX TO THE SONGS According to the titles . Page Xiv CONTENTS .
... . Aye waking , O ! Hark the mavis , & c . On a bank of flowers , & c . Up in the Morning early , There's a youth in this city , Delia , 272 273 274 275 ib . 276 INDEX TO THE SONGS According to the titles . Page Xiv CONTENTS .
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... morning salute to his mistress , 108 Then , guidwife , count the lawin , 193 The nightingale , 93 The posie , 198 There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame , 247 There's a youth in this city , The whistle , The young highland rover ...
... morning salute to his mistress , 108 Then , guidwife , count the lawin , 193 The nightingale , 93 The posie , 198 There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame , 247 There's a youth in this city , The whistle , The young highland rover ...
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... morning in spring- 256 Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms 164 Aye waking , O 272 Behind yon bills where Lugar flows 220 Behold the hour , the boat arrive 75 Blythe , blythe and merry was she 179 Blythe hae I been on yon hill ...
... morning in spring- 256 Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms 164 Aye waking , O 272 Behind yon bills where Lugar flows 220 Behold the hour , the boat arrive 75 Blythe , blythe and merry was she 179 Blythe hae I been on yon hill ...
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... thro ' the town The gloomy night is gath'ring fast 135 245 141 185 183 265 224 The heather was blooming , the meadows were mawn 266 The hunter lo'es the morning sun 20 Their groves o ' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon xxii INDEX .
... thro ' the town The gloomy night is gath'ring fast 135 245 141 185 183 265 224 The heather was blooming , the meadows were mawn 266 The hunter lo'es the morning sun 20 Their groves o ' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon xxii INDEX .
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter amang auld auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blythe bonie bonnie bosom braes breast BURNS Caledonia Cauld charming Chloris CHORUS claute Coila dainty Davie dear sir dearest dearie Deil delight e'en Edinburgh English song fair fancy favourite flowers frae give glen hame happy heart heaven Highland ilka John Anderson lass lassie Lassie wi Leiger lo'es Lord Gregory lover mair Mary maun merit mony morning muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure poet poetry Rob Morris Robin Adair Saw ye Scotland Scots Scottish sing sparklin stanza suit sung sweet syne taste thee There's thine THOMSON thro tune verses wander weary wee thing whistle wild Willie Wilt thou winding young Jessie
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Էջ 207 - And they hae taen his very heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise ; For if you do but taste his blood, Twill make your courage rise. 'Twill make a man forget his woe; 'Twill heighten all his joy : 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, Tho
Էջ 200 - MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Էջ 18 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Էջ 137 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Էջ 136 - Man for a That IS there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that. For a
Էջ 137 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a
Էջ 230 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Էջ 136 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. " What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Էջ 16 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Էջ 201 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o