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The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the ..., Svazek 1
Úplné zobrazení - 1899
The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth ...
Úplné zobrazení - 1854
The illustrated Book of Scottish songs from the Sixteenth to the nineteenth ...
Úplné zobrazení - 1854
ALLAN RAMSAY appears arms auld baith banks beautiful behave bloom blue blythe body bonnie lassie born bosom braes Burns cauld charms collection comes dear dearie died dinna early fair fear fireside flower frae friends gang glen green grow gudeman hame hand happy heart heaven Highland hills I'll ilka John John Anderson kind king kiss laddie Lady land lass leave leave thee letter live lo'e look lover mair Mary maun meet mind morning ne'er never night o'er ower pleasure poor rise Robert rose rows says Scottish sing smile song sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears tell thee There's thing Thomson thou thought true weary weel wife Willie wind young
Strana 114 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Strana 296 - 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 222 - Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings : And O ! her een they spak sic things ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan was a lad o...
Strana 297 - 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 126 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Strana 110 - 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 216 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Strana 107 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o