The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyN. Cooke, 1854 - Počet stran: 325 |
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... dear and only love , I pray That little world of thee Be govern'd by no other sway But purest monarchy ; For if confusion have a part , Which virtuous souls abhor , I'll call a synod in my heart , And never love thee more . As Alexander ...
... dear and only love , I pray That little world of thee Be govern'd by no other sway But purest monarchy ; For if confusion have a part , Which virtuous souls abhor , I'll call a synod in my heart , And never love thee more . As Alexander ...
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... dear , Thou mad'st to me and I to thee In register yet clear ? Is faith and truth so violate To th ' immortal gods divine , That thou canst never once reflect On old long syne ? Is't Cupid's fears , or frosty cares , That makes thy ...
... dear , Thou mad'st to me and I to thee In register yet clear ? Is faith and truth so violate To th ' immortal gods divine , That thou canst never once reflect On old long syne ? Is't Cupid's fears , or frosty cares , That makes thy ...
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... dear , That truly is call'd mine , And can afford but country cheer , Or aught that's good therein ; Though thou wert rebel to the king , And beat with wind and rain , Assure thyself of welcome , love , For old long syne . PART SECOND ...
... dear , That truly is call'd mine , And can afford but country cheer , Or aught that's good therein ; Though thou wert rebel to the king , And beat with wind and rain , Assure thyself of welcome , love , For old long syne . PART SECOND ...
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... dear , And no for the dangers attending on weir ; Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore , Maybe to return to Lochaber no more ! Though hurricanes rise , though rise every wind , No tempest can equal the storm in my mind ...
... dear , And no for the dangers attending on weir ; Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore , Maybe to return to Lochaber no more ! Though hurricanes rise , though rise every wind , No tempest can equal the storm in my mind ...
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... dear laddie gae'd to the green hill , And I at ewe - milking first sey'd my young skill , To bear the milk - bowie nae pain was to me , When I at the bughting forgather'd with thee . РАТІЕ . When corn - riggs waved yellow , and 330 ...
... dear laddie gae'd to the green hill , And I at ewe - milking first sey'd my young skill , To bear the milk - bowie nae pain was to me , When I at the bughting forgather'd with thee . РАТІЕ . When corn - riggs waved yellow , and 330 ...
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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 cheek 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 Jenny John Anderson Johnnie kiss Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes Maggie Mary maun mony morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns Scotland Scottish siller sing smile snaw song stanza SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither There's thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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Strana 112 - 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 112 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Strana 294 - 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 220 - 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 295 - 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 124 - 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 108 - 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 214 - 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 105 - 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
Strana 123 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.