The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyN. Cooke, 1854 - Počet stran: 325 |
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... rose and let me in Sic a Wife as Willie had . Speak on , speak thus Strathallan's Lament Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation ! Tak ' your auld Cloak about ye • • 29 Mrs. Grant Burns 299 170 63 117 Peter Buchan's " Collection " 118 ...
... rose and let me in Sic a Wife as Willie had . Speak on , speak thus Strathallan's Lament Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation ! Tak ' your auld Cloak about ye • • 29 Mrs. Grant Burns 299 170 63 117 Peter Buchan's " Collection " 118 ...
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... Rose The Reel o ' Bogie There's nae Luck about the House There'll never be peace The Soldier's Return The Spring of the Year The Tears I shed must ever fall The Tears of Scotland The Thistle of Scotland The three - gir'd Cog The waefu ...
... Rose The Reel o ' Bogie There's nae Luck about the House There'll never be peace The Soldier's Return The Spring of the Year The Tears I shed must ever fall The Tears of Scotland The Thistle of Scotland The three - gir'd Cog The waefu ...
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... I hae been , We should ha ' been gallopin ' down on yon green , And linkin ' it on yon lily - white lea ; And wow ! gin I were but young for thee ! SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN . FRANCIS SEMPLE . 20 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... I hae been , We should ha ' been gallopin ' down on yon green , And linkin ' it on yon lily - white lea ; And wow ! gin I were but young for thee ! SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN . FRANCIS SEMPLE . 20 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
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From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth Century. SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN . FRANCIS SEMPLE . From Watson's Collection , 1706 . THE night her silent sable wore , And gloomy were the skies ; Of glittering stars appear'd no more Than those in ...
From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth Century. SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN . FRANCIS SEMPLE . From Watson's Collection , 1706 . THE night her silent sable wore , And gloomy were the skies ; Of glittering stars appear'd no more Than those in ...
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... roses grow , Before I cease to love her . The neist time I gang ower the muir , She shall a lover find me ; And that my faith is firm and pure , Though I left her behind me ; Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain My heart to her fair ...
... roses grow , Before I cease to love her . The neist time I gang ower the muir , She shall a lover find me ; And that my faith is firm and pure , Though I left her behind me ; Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain My heart to her fair ...
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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.