Rob Roy Macgregor; or, Auld lang syne! A musical drama. Founded on the novel Rob Roy [by sir W. Scott.].1818 |
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Aberfoil Allan ALLASTER Andrew auld lang syne BAILIE JARVIE Bailie NICOL Bailie NICOL JARVIE bless Bome bonnie brandy braw John Highlandman Camp Campbell Capt Captain Thornton Chorus claymore Conscience cousin Crane-Alley danger dare Deacon dear Diana Vernon dirk distone door Doug Dougal creature drink Exeunt false friend father fear forward Francis friends Galb gang Gentlemen Glasgow Gregarach Hamish hand Hark head hear heard heart Helen Highland hone a rie honest honour hour House of Osbaldistone instantly Jean M'Alpine Jobson lassie leave Loch look Lord M'Stuart M'Vittie Magistrate Major Galbraith Matt ne'er never Nicol Jarvie Oigh on't Owen party poor Rash Rashleigh red coats red deer Roy's Salt-market Saunders SCENE Scotland Sentinels sing Sir Fred Sir Frederick Vernon Sir Hildebrand Soldiers soul speak sword Tartan tell thank thee there's Tolbooth Troth villain Weel wish Wylie
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Página 9 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 47 - AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Página 9 - That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry: Till a
Página 41 - A Highland lad my love was born, The Lalland laws he held in scorn ; But he still was faithfu' to his clan, My gallant braw John Highlandman. Sing, hey my braw John Highlandman ! Sing, ho my braw John Highlandman I There's not a lad in a' the Ian' Was match for my John Highlandman ! With his philibeg and tartan plaid, And gude claymore down by his side, The ladies' hearts he did trepan, My gallant braw John Highlandman.
Página 60 - I came up to this cursed country — forgive me for swearing!— on no one's errand but yours, Mr. Osbaldistone, d'ye think it was fair, when my...
Página 19 - He that is without name, without friends, without coin, without country, is still at least a man; and he that has all these is no more.
Página 9 - Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel awhile ! And I will come again, my love, Tho
Página 77 - Highland drover, bankrupt, barefooted, stripped of all, dishonoured and hunted down, because the avarice of others grasped at more than that poor all could pay, shall burst on them in an awful change. They that scoffed at the...
Página 76 - Let me, now, speak of my own concerns. My kinsman said something of my boys, that sticks in my heart, and maddens in my brain : 'twas truth he spoke, yet I dared not listen to it ; 'twas fair he offered, yet I spurned that offer from very pride. My poor bairns ! I'm vexed when 1 think they must lead their father's life.
Página 76 - ... gnarled oak can be twisted as easily as the young sapling. Can I forget that I have been branded as an outlaw — stigmatized as a traitor — a price set on my head as if I had been a wolf — my family treated as the dam and cubs of the hill-fox, whom all may torment, vilify, degrade, and insult — the very name which came to me from a long and noble line of martial ancestors, denounced, as if it were a spell to conjure up the devil with...