The Songs of Scotland, Ancient and Modern: With an Introduction and Notes, Historical and Critical, and Characters of the Lyric Poets, Band 3J. Taylor, 1825 |
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... braw lass made the bed to me ; I'll ne'er forget , till the day I die , The lass that made the bed to me . Burns found an old , lively , and unceremonious song , and adopting its narrative , and retaining many of the lines , and ...
... braw lass made the bed to me ; I'll ne'er forget , till the day I die , The lass that made the bed to me . Burns found an old , lively , and unceremonious song , and adopting its narrative , and retaining many of the lines , and ...
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... braw things the widow can do ; Then have at the widow , my laddie . With courage attack her , baith early and late , To kiss her and clap her you manna be blate , Speak well , and do better , for that's the best gate To win a young ...
... braw things the widow can do ; Then have at the widow , my laddie . With courage attack her , baith early and late , To kiss her and clap her you manna be blate , Speak well , and do better , for that's the best gate To win a young ...
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... braw , and sweet , my jo . My dear , quoth I , thanks to the night , That never wish'd a lover ill , Since ye're out of your mither's sight , Let's take a wauk up to the hill . O Katy , wiltu ' gang wi ' me , And leave the dinsome town ...
... braw , and sweet , my jo . My dear , quoth I , thanks to the night , That never wish'd a lover ill , Since ye're out of your mither's sight , Let's take a wauk up to the hill . O Katy , wiltu ' gang wi ' me , And leave the dinsome town ...
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... braw , She kills whene'er she dances : Blyth as a kid , with wit at will , She blooming , tight , and tall is ; And guides her airs sae gracefu ' still , O Jove , she's like thy Pallas . Dear Bessy Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair ...
... braw , She kills whene'er she dances : Blyth as a kid , with wit at will , She blooming , tight , and tall is ; And guides her airs sae gracefu ' still , O Jove , she's like thy Pallas . Dear Bessy Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair ...
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... braw things- And were na my heart light I wad die . His wee wilfu ' tittie she loved na me ; I was taller , and twice as bonnie as she ; She raised sic a pother ' tween him and his mother , That were na my heart light I wad die . The ...
... braw things- And were na my heart light I wad die . His wee wilfu ' tittie she loved na me ; I was taller , and twice as bonnie as she ; She raised sic a pother ' tween him and his mother , That were na my heart light I wad die . The ...
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aboon Allan Ramsay amang ancient auld baith beauty Bessy Bell bird birks blithe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes of Yarrow braw breast bride Burns busk canna cauld Charlie charms cheek cobite coming dance dear dearie dearie-o Derwentwater Donald Macgillavry Duke of Cumberland Dumbarton's drums e'er fair flowers frae gang Geordie grace green gude hame heard heart highland house of Stuart ilka Invermay Jacobite James Hogg Jamie Kenmure's king kiss laddie lady laird lass Lochaber Lord lover lyric maid maiden Mallie's maun merry mither morning mourn nae mair naething ne'er never Nithsdale o'er the moor old song Peggy poet Ramsay's says Scotland Scottish sigh sing smiles snishing sorrow sung sweet sword ta'en thee There's thou verses weel weep whigs wife Willie winna wish ye'r young youth
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Seite 316 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ! Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The Schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.
Seite iii - Saddled and bridled and booted rode he, A plume in his helmet, a sword at his knee. 210C.6 But toom cam his saddle, all bloody to see, Oh, hame cam his guid horse, but never cam he!
Seite 290 - ... Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath, Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear, Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair...
Seite 316 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Seite 134 - ... the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.
Seite 315 - Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove ' Thou messenger of spring ! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green Thy certain voice we hear : Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? VOL. III. Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
Seite 79 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart...
Seite 135 - Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest...
Seite 43 - Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Seite 44 - Flows Yarrow sweet? As sweet, as sweet flows Tweed ; As green its grass, its gowan as yellow ; As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple from its rocks as mellow.