Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... early a period as 1627 , but is supposed to be much older . The last six stanzas were written by Allan Ramsay , and appended to the original song . BARBARA ALLAN . ANONYMOUS . From the " Tea - Table Miscellany . " It was in and about ...
... early a period as 1627 , but is supposed to be much older . The last six stanzas were written by Allan Ramsay , and appended to the original song . BARBARA ALLAN . ANONYMOUS . From the " Tea - Table Miscellany . " It was in and about ...
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... early fa's the dew ; Where me and Annie Laurie Made up the promise true ; Made up the promise true , And never forget will I ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'll lay me doun and die . She's backit like the peacock , She breistit like the ...
... early fa's the dew ; Where me and Annie Laurie Made up the promise true ; Made up the promise true , And never forget will I ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'll lay me doun and die . She's backit like the peacock , She breistit like the ...
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... early morn , Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . 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 ? * " The ...
... early morn , Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . 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 ? * " The ...
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... early years , when I was thinking of going to the West Indies , I took the following farewell of a dear girl . It is quite trifling , and has nothing of the merit of Ewe - Bughts ; ' but it will fill up this page . You must know that my ...
... early years , when I was thinking of going to the West Indies , I took the following farewell of a dear girl . It is quite trifling , and has nothing of the merit of Ewe - Bughts ; ' but it will fill up this page . You must know that my ...
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... early life I sported ; I passed the mill and trysting thorn Where Nancy aft I courted ; Wha spied I but my ain dear maid , Down by her mother's dwelling ! — I turn'd me round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . Wi ' alter'd ...
... early life I sported ; I passed the mill and trysting thorn Where Nancy aft I courted ; Wha spied I but my ain dear maid , Down by her mother's dwelling ! — I turn'd me round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . Wi ' alter'd ...
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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?