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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... sword inflicted on their country , their wives and children exposed to absolute monarchy , or at least willing to sacrifice our liberties to the obtaining the succession in that family to which he is attached . " During the whole of the ...
... sword inflicted on their country , their wives and children exposed to absolute monarchy , or at least willing to sacrifice our liberties to the obtaining the succession in that family to which he is attached . " During the whole of the ...
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... sword and lance , The Grahams they made the heads to dance , Upon the haughs of Cromdale . The loyal Stewarts , with Montrose , So fiercely set upon their foes , They brought them down with Highland blows , Upon the haughs of Cromdale ...
... sword and lance , The Grahams they made the heads to dance , Upon the haughs of Cromdale . The loyal Stewarts , with Montrose , So fiercely set upon their foes , They brought them down with Highland blows , Upon the haughs of Cromdale ...
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... sword , ' quo ' the gude Lochiel , And Put it up , ' quo ' Charlie : We'll raise sic a lowe round the fause Argyle , And light it wi ' a spunk frae Airly . ' It is na my ha ' , nor my lands a ' reft , That reddens my cheek sae sairly ...
... sword , ' quo ' the gude Lochiel , And Put it up , ' quo ' Charlie : We'll raise sic a lowe round the fause Argyle , And light it wi ' a spunk frae Airly . ' It is na my ha ' , nor my lands a ' reft , That reddens my cheek sae sairly ...
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... sword and terge into their hand , Wi ' which they were na slaw , man , Wi ' mony a fearful heavy sigh , The lads began to claw , then . The battle of Killicrankie was fought on the 17th of July , 1689 , between a body of 3000 ...
... sword and terge into their hand , Wi ' which they were na slaw , man , Wi ' mony a fearful heavy sigh , The lads began to claw , then . The battle of Killicrankie was fought on the 17th of July , 1689 , between a body of 3000 ...
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... independent of its politics , and the beauty of the air to which it was sung , made it long exceedingly popular among the Jacobites . ( See Hogg's Relics . ) My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword , And 22 23 JACOBITE.
... independent of its politics , and the beauty of the air to which it was sung , made it long exceedingly popular among the Jacobites . ( See Hogg's Relics . ) My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword , And 22 23 JACOBITE.
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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.