The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyN. Cooke, 1854 - 325 էջ |
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... ilka grace she can command , — Her lips , oh , now , they're denty ! Mary's locks are like the craw , Her een like diamonds ' glances ; She's aye sae clean , redd up , and braw , She kills whene'er she dances . Blythe as a kid , wi ...
... ilka grace she can command , — Her lips , oh , now , they're denty ! Mary's locks are like the craw , Her een like diamonds ' glances ; She's aye sae clean , redd up , and braw , She kills whene'er she dances . Blythe as a kid , wi ...
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... ilka sport manly gave pleasure to me , For nane can put , wrestle , or run swift as thee . PATIE . Our Jenny sings saftly the " Cowden - Broom - Knowes , " And Rosie lilts sweetly the " Milking the Ewes ; " There's few " Jenny Nettles ...
... ilka sport manly gave pleasure to me , For nane can put , wrestle , or run swift as thee . PATIE . Our Jenny sings saftly the " Cowden - Broom - Knowes , " And Rosie lilts sweetly the " Milking the Ewes ; " There's few " Jenny Nettles ...
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... kin had sworn and said , I'll ower Bogie wi ' her . If I can get but her consent , I dinna care a strae ; Though ilka ane be discontent , Awa ' wi ' her I'll gae . For now she's mistress o ' my heart , And SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 39.
... kin had sworn and said , I'll ower Bogie wi ' her . If I can get but her consent , I dinna care a strae ; Though ilka ane be discontent , Awa ' wi ' her I'll gae . For now she's mistress o ' my heart , And SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 39.
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... ilka cause of strife , The common pest of married life , That maks ane wearied of his wife , And breaks the kindly band aye . THE HIGHLAND LADDIE . ALLAN RAMSAY . From the " SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 41 The year that's away The yellow ...
... ilka cause of strife , The common pest of married life , That maks ane wearied of his wife , And breaks the kindly band aye . THE HIGHLAND LADDIE . ALLAN RAMSAY . From the " SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 41 The year that's away The yellow ...
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... letter . She was writing an ' inditing , And losing her colour , But ilka kiss of her mou ' Cost me a dollar . Cost me a dollar , An ' a glass o SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 57 John Hay's bonnie Lassie John Hay's bonnie Mary.
... letter . She was writing an ' inditing , And losing her colour , But ilka kiss of her mou ' Cost me a dollar . Cost me a dollar , An ' a glass o SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 57 John Hay's bonnie Lassie John Hay's bonnie Mary.
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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 cheek 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 Jenny John Anderson Johnnie kiss Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes Maggie Mary maun mony morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns Scotland Scottish siller sing smile snaw song stanza SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither There's thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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Էջ 112 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Էջ 112 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Էջ 294 - 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 220 - Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings : And O ! her een they spak sic things ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan was a lad o...
Էջ 295 - 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 124 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Էջ 108 - 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 214 - THAT AND 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
Էջ 105 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Էջ 123 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.