The Mountain Bard and Forest Minstrel: Consisting of Legendary Ballads and SongsJohn Locken, 1851 - 288 páginas |
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... happy and peaceable life : The langer he kend her , he lo'ed her the mair , For a prudent , a virtuous , and sensible wife . And muckle good blood frae that union has flowed , And mony a brave fellow , and mony a brave feat ; I darna ...
... happy and peaceable life : The langer he kend her , he lo'ed her the mair , For a prudent , a virtuous , and sensible wife . And muckle good blood frae that union has flowed , And mony a brave fellow , and mony a brave feat ; I darna ...
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... happy ? Really ' tis believed he was . In the day sae black an ' showery , I ha'e seen the bonny bow , When arrayed in all its glory , Vanish on the mountain's brow . Sae ha'e ye , my lovely marrow , Seen the rose an ' vi'let blue ...
... happy ? Really ' tis believed he was . In the day sae black an ' showery , I ha'e seen the bonny bow , When arrayed in all its glory , Vanish on the mountain's brow . Sae ha'e ye , my lovely marrow , Seen the rose an ' vi'let blue ...
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... happy hours are endit , Lack - a - day for Sandy Tod . I ' the kirk ae Sunday sittin ' , Whar to be he seldom failed , Sandy's tender heart was smitten Wi ' a wound that never healed ; Sally , dressed i ' hat an ' feather , Placed her ...
... happy hours are endit , Lack - a - day for Sandy Tod . I ' the kirk ae Sunday sittin ' , Whar to be he seldom failed , Sandy's tender heart was smitten Wi ' a wound that never healed ; Sally , dressed i ' hat an ' feather , Placed her ...
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... happy meetin ' , War it new or strange to thee ; Weel ye ken ' tis but repeatin ' What has past ' tween you and me . Thy white hand around me pressed , My unresty heart has felt ; But , whan hers on Sandy rested , His fond heart was ...
... happy meetin ' , War it new or strange to thee ; Weel ye ken ' tis but repeatin ' What has past ' tween you and me . Thy white hand around me pressed , My unresty heart has felt ; But , whan hers on Sandy rested , His fond heart was ...
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... happy often ha'e we been , Wi ' music , mirth , an ' welcome cheer : Nae mair your gilded banks at noon , An answer to my flute will swell ! Nae mair the viol sweet I'll tune , That a ' the younkers lo'ed sae well ! Nae mair amang the ...
... happy often ha'e we been , Wi ' music , mirth , an ' welcome cheer : Nae mair your gilded banks at noon , An answer to my flute will swell ! Nae mair the viol sweet I'll tune , That a ' the younkers lo'ed sae well ! Nae mair amang the ...
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aboon alang amang Annandale Athol auld baith blood bonny Dundee bonny lassie bosom braes Branxholm brave breast canna cheek cherry lips cou'd dear Deloraine Doctor Monro Donald Macdonald dow flew e'en Elibank Ettrick Ettrick Forest fain fair Fauldshop fell fled flower frae gane gang Gilmanscleuch glen goud green gude ha'e happy as Peggy Harden hast heard heart heaven Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie Jeany John Borthick Juden kirk kye comes hame lady lass of Craigyburn Liddisdale lo'ed lord maun Mess John mony morning mountain muckle nae mair nane ne'er never night NOTE o'er ocean rows pedler Peggy's Sandy Scotland sing Sundhop sweet sword tear tell thee Thirlestane thou twa brothers Twas unco weel wha's sae happy wild Willie wrang Yarrow ye'll ye're yonder young
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Página 155 - Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Página 267 - Then awed to silence, they trode the strand Where furnaced pillars in order stand, All framed of the liquid burning levin, And bent like the bow that spans the heaven, Or upright ranged in horrid array, With purfle of green o'er the darksome grey. Their path was on wondrous pavement of old, Its blocks all cast in some giant mould, Fair hewn and grooved by no mortal hand, With countermure guarded by sea and by land.
Página 219 - An' oh, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away? The young laird o' the Lang-Shaw Has drunk her health in wine; The priest has said — in confidence — The lassie was divine, And that is mair in maiden's praise Than ony priest should say: But oh, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away?
Página 266 - Blest be his generous heart for aye! He told me where the relic lay; Pointed my way with ready will, Afar on Ettrick's wildest hill; Watched my first notes with curious eye. And wondered at my minstrelsy: He little weened a parent's tongue Such strains had o'er my cradle sung.
Página 261 - Wide waving in the southland gale, Which through the broom-wood blossoms flew To fan her cheeks of rosy hue ! Whene'er it heaved her bosom's screen, What beauties in her form were seen ! And when her courser's mane it swung, A thousand silver bells were rung. A sight so fair, on Scottish plain, A Scot shall never see again.
Página 219 - O, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away ? The wailing in our green glen That day will quaver high, 'Twill draw the redbreast frae the wood, The laverock frae the sky ; The fairies frae their beds o...
Página 239 - Wi' her brogues an' brochin an' a' ? What though we befriendit young Charlie ?— To tell it I dinna think shame ; Poor lad ! he came to us but barely, An' reckon'd our mountains his, hame. Twas true that our reason forbade us ; But tenderness carried the day ; Had Geordie come friendless amang us, Wi' him we had a' gane away. Sword an
Página 185 - HAME" COME, all ye jolly shepherds That whistle through the glen, I'll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken: What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o
Página 186 - And love is a' the theme, And he'll woo his bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame.
Página 141 - The tempest was over; Fair was the maiden, And fond was the lover ; But the snow was so deep, That his heart it grew weary, And he sunk down to sleep, In the moorland so dreary. Soft was the bed She had made for her lover, White were the sheets And...