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... true maiden's breast , Parted for ever ? Where , through groves deep and high , Sounds the far billow ; Where early violets die , Under the willow . Eleu loro . Soft shall be his pillow . There through the summer day , Cool streams are ...
... true maiden's breast , Parted for ever ? Where , through groves deep and high , Sounds the far billow ; Where early violets die , Under the willow . Eleu loro . Soft shall be his pillow . There through the summer day , Cool streams are ...
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... true love canna dee , Robin Adair ; Sweet thocht to comfort me , Robin Adair . Soon shall we meet again , Where joys ... true ; Made up the promise true , And never forget will I ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'll lay me down and die ...
... true love canna dee , Robin Adair ; Sweet thocht to comfort me , Robin Adair . Soon shall we meet again , Where joys ... true ; Made up the promise true , And never forget will I ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'll lay me down and die ...
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... true , My bonnie black - eed lassie , O. It's no the witch - glance o ' thy e'e , Though few for that surpass ye , O ! That makes ye aye sae dear to me , My bonnie black - eed lassie , O ! It's no the whiteness o ' thy skin , It's no ...
... true , My bonnie black - eed lassie , O. It's no the witch - glance o ' thy e'e , Though few for that surpass ye , O ! That makes ye aye sae dear to me , My bonnie black - eed lassie , O ! It's no the whiteness o ' thy skin , It's no ...
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... true , I lo'e Johnnie ; he's young and he's bonnie ; But , wae's me ! I ken he has naething ava ! I ha'e little tocher ; ye've made a gude offer ; I'm now mair than twenty ; my time is but sma ' ! Sae gi'e me your plaidie ; I'll creep ...
... true , I lo'e Johnnie ; he's young and he's bonnie ; But , wae's me ! I ken he has naething ava ! I ha'e little tocher ; ye've made a gude offer ; I'm now mair than twenty ; my time is but sma ' ! Sae gi'e me your plaidie ; I'll creep ...
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... fall , and wildly rove , Because you still deny The just reward that's due to love , And let true passion die . MARY MORISON Oh ! turn , and let compassion seize 30 22233 Hap Me wi' thy Petticoat Lass of Branksome, The Lochaber No More.
... fall , and wildly rove , Because you still deny The just reward that's due to love , And let true passion die . MARY MORISON Oh ! turn , and let compassion seize 30 22233 Hap Me wi' thy Petticoat Lass of Branksome, The Lochaber No More.
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Love Songs of Scotland: Jewels of the Tender Passion Selected From the ... Robert W. Douglas No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2017 |
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Términos y frases comunes
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amang the heather baith birks of Aberfeldy blaw blinks bloom blythe bonnie lassie bosom braes braw Carlisle wall cauld Charlie charm Cockpen darling dear dearie e'en fair on Carlisle Farewell flower frae gang gi'e glen Glenara gloamin Gowrie green ha'e heart HEATH THIS NIGHT HECTOR MACNEILL Highland laddie Highlandman hills HUNTINGTOWER ilka JAMES HOGG Jamie Jeanie Jenny's bawbee John kiss kye comes hame LADY NAIRNE Laird land lass LASSIE WI leal lo'ed Lochaber Lochinvar lord love's lover maid of Llanwellyn maiden MARY OF ARGYLE maun morn muir amang nae mair nane ne'er NEVER LOVE THEE O'er the muir plaid rantin rigs ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL rose ROSLIN CASTLE Rowan tree Roy's wife Scotland sigh sing sun shines fair tell There's thine Twas weary wee thing weel wild Woodhouselee ye sleepin yon burn-side young Lochinvar
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Página 119 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 116 - I'll never love thee more. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Página 64 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Página 16 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Página 63 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 9 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 64 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
Página 64 - 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!