Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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Strana 16
... the lover's harmless wile , Some grace the maiden's artless smile , Some soothe the labourer's weary toil For humble gains , And make his cottage scenes beguile His care and pains . " O LUSTY MAY . O LUSTY May , with Flora. 16 INTRODUCTION ...
... the lover's harmless wile , Some grace the maiden's artless smile , Some soothe the labourer's weary toil For humble gains , And make his cottage scenes beguile His care and pains . " O LUSTY MAY . O LUSTY May , with Flora. 16 INTRODUCTION ...
Strana 19
... smiling mock at thy neglect , And never love thee more . But if no faithless action stain Thy love and constant word , I'll make thee famous by my pen , And glorious by my sword ; I'll serve thee in such noble ways As ne'er was known ...
... smiling mock at thy neglect , And never love thee more . But if no faithless action stain Thy love and constant word , I'll make thee famous by my pen , And glorious by my sword ; I'll serve thee in such noble ways As ne'er was known ...
Strana 28
... smiles like a May mornin ' , When Phoebus starts from Thetis ' lap , The hills with rays adornin ' . White is her neck , saft is her hand , Her waist and feet fu ' genty ; With ilka grace she can command , — Her lips , oh , now , they ...
... smiles like a May mornin ' , When Phoebus starts from Thetis ' lap , The hills with rays adornin ' . White is her neck , saft is her hand , Her waist and feet fu ' genty ; With ilka grace she can command , — Her lips , oh , now , they ...
Strana 33
... . O lovely maid ! my doubts beguile , Revive and bless me with a smile ; Alas ! if not you'll soon debar a Sighing swain the banks of Yarrow . C Be hush'd ye fears ; I'll not despair ; My SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 33.
... . O lovely maid ! my doubts beguile , Revive and bless me with a smile ; Alas ! if not you'll soon debar a Sighing swain the banks of Yarrow . C Be hush'd ye fears ; I'll not despair ; My SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 33.
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... smiles a kindly glance , I take the happy omen , And aften mint to make advance , Hoping she'll prove a woman . But , dubious of my ain desert , My sentiments I smother ; Wi ' secret sighs I vex my heart , For fear she love another ...
... smiles a kindly glance , I take the happy omen , And aften mint to make advance , Hoping she'll prove a woman . But , dubious of my ain desert , My sentiments I smother ; Wi ' secret sighs I vex my heart , For fear she love another ...
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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 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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Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 217 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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?