The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyN. Cooke, 1854 - 325 էջ |
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... live - lang nicht he ne'er steeks his ee ; And were na my heart licht , I wad dee . Were I young for thee , as I hae been , We should ha ' been gallopin ' down on yon green , And linkin ' it on yon lily - white lea ; And wow ! gin I ...
... live - lang nicht he ne'er steeks his ee ; And were na my heart licht , I wad dee . Were I young for thee , as I hae been , We should ha ' been gallopin ' down on yon green , And linkin ' it on yon lily - white lea ; And wow ! gin I ...
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... lives to lo❜e thee . An ' thou were , & c . To merit I no claim can make , But that I lo'e ; and for your sake What man can more I'll undertake , So dearly do I lo'e thee . An ' thou were , & c . My passion , constant as the sun ...
... lives to lo❜e thee . An ' thou were , & c . To merit I no claim can make , But that I lo'e ; and for your sake What man can more I'll undertake , So dearly do I lo'e thee . An ' thou were , & c . My passion , constant as the sun ...
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... live and die for thy sake , yet never leave thee ! Say , lovely Adonis , say , has Mary deceived thee ? Did e'er her young heart betray , love , that has grieved thee ? My constant mind ne'er shall stray ; thou may believe me : I'll ...
... live and die for thy sake , yet never leave thee ! Say , lovely Adonis , say , has Mary deceived thee ? Did e'er her young heart betray , love , that has grieved thee ? My constant mind ne'er shall stray ; thou may believe me : I'll ...
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... live , My dearie , if thou dee . If fate shall tear thee from my breast , How shall I lonely stray ! In dreary dreams the night I'll waste , In sighs the silent day . I ne'er can so much virtue find , Nor such perfection see : Then I'll ...
... live , My dearie , if thou dee . If fate shall tear thee from my breast , How shall I lonely stray ! In dreary dreams the night I'll waste , In sighs the silent day . I ne'er can so much virtue find , Nor such perfection see : Then I'll ...
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... live pining Mysel ' thus away , and daurna discover To my bonny Hay that I am her lover ! Nae mair it will hide , the flame waxes stranger ; If she's not my bride , my days are nae langer ; Then I'll take a heart , and try at a venture ...
... live pining Mysel ' thus away , and daurna discover To my bonny Hay that I am her lover ! Nae mair it will hide , the flame waxes stranger ; If she's not my bride , my days are nae langer ; Then I'll take a heart , and try at a venture ...
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The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the ..., Հատոր 1 Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1899 |
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The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth ... Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1854 |
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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.