The Scottish Songs, Band 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 Seiten |
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... Glen ; Fy , gae rub her ower wi ' strae ; The Mill , Mill , O !; Where shall our Gudeman lie ; My love Annie's very bonny ; Where Helen lies ; [ Fair Helen of Kirkconnel ; ] Gallow- shiels ; Ranting Roaring Willie ; This is no mine ain ...
... Glen ; Fy , gae rub her ower wi ' strae ; The Mill , Mill , O !; Where shall our Gudeman lie ; My love Annie's very bonny ; Where Helen lies ; [ Fair Helen of Kirkconnel ; ] Gallow- shiels ; Ranting Roaring Willie ; This is no mine ain ...
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... Glen- riddle's , that I may insert any anecdote I can learn , together with my own criticisms and remarks on the 30ngs . A copy of this kind I will leave with you to publish at some after period , by way of making the Museum ' a book ...
... Glen- riddle's , that I may insert any anecdote I can learn , together with my own criticisms and remarks on the 30ngs . A copy of this kind I will leave with you to publish at some after period , by way of making the Museum ' a book ...
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... glen , 596 Cam ye by Athole , 390 Canst thou leave me thus , my Katy , 44 Carle , an the king come , 47 Cauld kail in Aberdeen , 245 Charlie he's my darling , 480 Charlie is my darling , 183 Clout the cauldron , 482 Come , let me take ...
... glen , 596 Cam ye by Athole , 390 Canst thou leave me thus , my Katy , 44 Carle , an the king come , 47 Cauld kail in Aberdeen , 245 Charlie he's my darling , 480 Charlie is my darling , 183 Clout the cauldron , 482 Come , let me take ...
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... in a nation , Sweet Annie frae the sea - beach came , Symon and Janet , Symon Brodie , Tak your auld cloak about ye , 330 260 131 170 173 586 347 481 570 18 69 464 345 407 139 PAGE Tam Glen , Tam o ' the Balloch , lxxiv.
... in a nation , Sweet Annie frae the sea - beach came , Symon and Janet , Symon Brodie , Tak your auld cloak about ye , 330 260 131 170 173 586 347 481 570 18 69 464 345 407 139 PAGE Tam Glen , Tam o ' the Balloch , lxxiv.
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Robert Chambers. PAGE Tam Glen , Tam o ' the Balloch , Tam o ' the Lin , Tarry woo , The absent lover , 145 559 405 275 310 The auld carle's welcome , 253 The auld gudeman , 145 The auld Highlandman , 97 The auld man , ( BURNS ) 32 The ...
Robert Chambers. PAGE Tam Glen , Tam o ' the Balloch , Tam o ' the Lin , Tarry woo , The absent lover , 145 559 405 275 310 The auld carle's welcome , 253 The auld gudeman , 145 The auld Highlandman , 97 The auld man , ( BURNS ) 32 The ...
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Seite 13 - 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.
Seite 133 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Seite 204 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Seite 134 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Seite 54 - Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Seite 189 - My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood ; Ye're like to the bark o...
Seite 48 - Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie.
Seite 164 - Devouring flames, and murdering steel ! The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath, The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And, stretch'd beneath the' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate, Within my filial breast shall beat...
Seite 9 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love I No more of me you knew.
Seite 140 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...