The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyN. Cooke, 1854 - 325 էջ |
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... 138 Thomas Pringle " Johnson's Museum " . 185 . 213 Peter Buchan • • . 276 Robert Burns · · . 216 Peter Buchan Burns · · • 277 112 • · 103 Allan Ramsay 195 Robert Tannahill · . 130 Green grow the Rashes O ! Gude Night , and ii CONTENTS .
... 138 Thomas Pringle " Johnson's Museum " . 185 . 213 Peter Buchan • • . 276 Robert Burns · · . 216 Peter Buchan Burns · · • 277 112 • · 103 Allan Ramsay 195 Robert Tannahill · . 130 Green grow the Rashes O ! Gude Night , and ii CONTENTS .
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... Night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' Gudewife , count the Lawin Hame , hame , hame ! Hap and row • He is gone on the Mountain Helen of Kirkconnell Here's a health Here's to the King , Sir ! Here's to you again ! Highland Mary How , wanton ...
... Night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' Gudewife , count the Lawin Hame , hame , hame ! Hap and row • He is gone on the Mountain Helen of Kirkconnell Here's a health Here's to the King , Sir ! Here's to you again ! Highland Mary How , wanton ...
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... night . ' The poor scholar Nicholas , in the ' Miller's Tale , ' was an ex- cellent singer and performer on the psaltry ; and we learn that the parish clerk in the same tale ' Could playen songès on a small ribible.'t In the ...
... night . ' The poor scholar Nicholas , in the ' Miller's Tale , ' was an ex- cellent singer and performer on the psaltry ; and we learn that the parish clerk in the same tale ' Could playen songès on a small ribible.'t In the ...
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... night her silent sable wore , And gloomy were the skies ; Of glittering stars appear'd no more Than those in Nelly's eyes . When to her father's door I came , Where I had often been , I begg'd my fair and lovely dame To rise and let me ...
... night her silent sable wore , And gloomy were the skies ; Of glittering stars appear'd no more Than those in Nelly's eyes . When to her father's door I came , Where I had often been , I begg'd my fair and lovely dame To rise and let me ...
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... prove inconstant , and fancy ane fairer . Grieve me , grieve me , oh , it wad grieve me , A ' the long night and day , if you deceive me ! JOHNNY . My Nelly , let never sic fancies oppress SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 25 25.
... prove inconstant , and fancy ane fairer . Grieve me , grieve me , oh , it wad grieve me , A ' the long night and day , if you deceive me ! JOHNNY . My Nelly , let never sic fancies oppress SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 25 25.
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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.