Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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Strana 4
... play . This fact also seems to have struck other per- sons . In the valuable and interesting introduction to a col- lection of national English airs , consisting of ancient song , ballad , and dance tunes , edited by Mr. W. Chappell ...
... play . This fact also seems to have struck other per- sons . In the valuable and interesting introduction to a col- lection of national English airs , consisting of ancient song , ballad , and dance tunes , edited by Mr. W. Chappell ...
Strana 5
... play , ' & c . That organs were very general in our abbeys and cathedrals is plain from the description of ... played on with a bow . The Moors brought it into Spain , whence it passed into Italy , and obtained the appellation of ribeca ...
... play , ' & c . That organs were very general in our abbeys and cathedrals is plain from the description of ... played on with a bow . The Moors brought it into Spain , whence it passed into Italy , and obtained the appellation of ribeca ...
Strana 7
... play- ing baith of lute and harp , and sindry other instruments of musik ; he was expert in gramar , oratory , and poetry , and made so flowand and sententious verses , appeared weel he was ane naturall and borne Poete . " But the most ...
... play- ing baith of lute and harp , and sindry other instruments of musik ; he was expert in gramar , oratory , and poetry , and made so flowand and sententious verses , appeared weel he was ane naturall and borne Poete . " But the most ...
Strana 8
... Play us Jolly Lemmane . Sum trottit Tras and Trewass , Sum balterit The Bass , Sum Perdolly , sum Trolly lolly , Sum Cok craw thou all day Twysbank and Terway , Sum Lincolne , sum Lindsay , Sum Joly Lemman , dawis it not day , Sum Be ...
... Play us Jolly Lemmane . Sum trottit Tras and Trewass , Sum balterit The Bass , Sum Perdolly , sum Trolly lolly , Sum Cok craw thou all day Twysbank and Terway , Sum Lincolne , sum Lindsay , Sum Joly Lemman , dawis it not day , Sum Be ...
Strana 24
... play ; Whilst through the groves I walk with you Each object makes me gay . Since your return the sun and moon With brighter beams do shine ; Streams murmur soft notes while they run As they did lang syne . SPEAK ON , SPEAK THUS . ALLAN ...
... play ; Whilst through the groves I walk with you Each object makes me gay . Since your return the sun and moon With brighter beams do shine ; Streams murmur soft notes while they run As they did lang syne . SPEAK ON , SPEAK THUS . ALLAN ...
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ain fireside Allan appears arms auld baith banks beautiful behave bloom blue blythe body bonnie lassie born braes Burns canna cauld charms collection comes dear dearie died dinna e'en early English fair Farewell fear flower founded frae friends gang gi'e glen green grow hame hand happy heart heaven Highland hills I'll ilka John John Anderson kind king kiss laddie Lady land lass leave letter live lo'e look mair Mary maun meet mind morning ne'er never night o'er ower pleasure poor RAMSAY rise ROBERT rose rows says Scottish seen sing smile song sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomson thou thought true weel wife Willie wind young
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Strana 127 - 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.
Strana 173 - 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!
Strana 285 - 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.
Strana 219 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Strana 286 - 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!
Strana 129 - 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.
Strana 114 - 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.
Strana 118 - 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.
Strana 76 - 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.
Strana 93 - 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?