Jacobite Minstrelsy: With Notes Illustrative of the Text and Containing Historical Details in Relation to the House of Stuart from 1640 to 1784R. Griffin, 1828 - Počet stran: 362 |
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... appear to have been exerted to better purpose , or with greater success , than in collecting the ballads , songs , and legends of the Jacobites , -the productions of those nameless bards who so long sung the Stuarts and their cause ...
... appear to have been exerted to better purpose , or with greater success , than in collecting the ballads , songs , and legends of the Jacobites , -the productions of those nameless bards who so long sung the Stuarts and their cause ...
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... appears to have escaped their indefatigable search . These , again , have been embodied in various laborious publications ; and , at length , we have only to turn to the volumes of the collectors , particu- larly those of Ritson ...
... appears to have escaped their indefatigable search . These , again , have been embodied in various laborious publications ; and , at length , we have only to turn to the volumes of the collectors , particu- larly those of Ritson ...
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... appear . At his wish'd - for return never more shall Your glasses , & c . Whilst in pleasure's soft arms millions now court repose , [ foes ; Our hero flies forth , though surrounded with To free us from tyrants ev'ry danger defies ...
... appear . At his wish'd - for return never more shall Your glasses , & c . Whilst in pleasure's soft arms millions now court repose , [ foes ; Our hero flies forth , though surrounded with To free us from tyrants ev'ry danger defies ...
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... appears , The Earl of Rothes fought in the street with a caddie or porter called Black , because in derision of the whigs he wore a hat with white tracing . Rothes is said to have been killed in the affray . Directing his poor fellow ...
... appears , The Earl of Rothes fought in the street with a caddie or porter called Black , because in derision of the whigs he wore a hat with white tracing . Rothes is said to have been killed in the affray . Directing his poor fellow ...
Strana 51
... appear , What to your kings we owe , sir . We have been murder'd , starv'd , and robb'd , By those your kings and knav'ry , And all our treasure is stock - jobb'd , While we groan under slav'ry . Geordie . The air of this song has ...
... appear , What to your kings we owe , sir . We have been murder'd , starv'd , and robb'd , By those your kings and knav'ry , And all our treasure is stock - jobb'd , While we groan under slav'ry . Geordie . The air of this song has ...
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afterwards Airly amang Argyle arms army auld battle battle of Culloden blude bonnet Bonnie laddie brave cause Charlie Stuart Chevalier clans coming Cromdale crown Culloden dear death deil Donald Macgillavry Duke of Cumberland e'er Earl of Mar enemy English Ettrick Shepherd fate fear fight foes frae friends gallant gane Geordie George glen gude hame hand Hanover haughs of Cromdale Hawley head heart hero Highland laddie hills honour horse house of Stuart Inverness Jacobite James Johnnie Cope king lady land Lochiel Lord Lowland lassie Mac Garadh maun morning muir ne'er never o'er ochon owre plaid Prince Charles Prince's rebels reign rin awa Royal Charlie says Scotland Scots Scottish sing song Stuart sung sword tartan thee There's thou throne traitor verses wadna weel Whigs Whigs awa Willie winna
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Strana 24 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Strana 175 - Tis thine, oh Glenullin! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning — no rider is there; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Strana 141 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Strana 25 - The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. W'hen day is gane, and night is come, And a...
Strana 232 - In the month of May, the Duke of Cumberland advanced with the army into the Highlands, as far as Fort Augustus, where he encamped ; and sent off detachments on all hands, to hunt down the fugitives, and lay waste the country with fire and sword.
Strana 231 - MOURN, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn ! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty.
Strana 108 - The last time I mounted thee ; The warning bell now bids me cease, My trouble's nearly o'er ; Yon sun that rises from the sea Shall rise on me no more. Albeit that here in London town It is my fate to die ; 0 carry me to Northumberland, In my father's grave to lie.
Strana 176 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Strana 95 - Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie ! Here's Kenmure's health in wine ; There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude, Nor yet o
Strana 176 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.