Love Songs of Scotland: Jewels of the Tender Passion Selected from the Writings of Burns, Tannahill, Scott, Ramsay, Lady Nairne, Macneill, Jamieson, Hogg, Douglas Allan & OthersRobert W. Douglas New Amsterdam book Company, 1901 - 214 páginas |
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... blue ; Her looks were like Aurora bright , Her lips like dropping dew . As down the burn they took their way , And through the flow'ry dale ; His cheek to hers he aft did lay , And love was aye the tale . With , Mary , when shall we ...
... blue ; Her looks were like Aurora bright , Her lips like dropping dew . As down the burn they took their way , And through the flow'ry dale ; His cheek to hers he aft did lay , And love was aye the tale . With , Mary , when shall we ...
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... blue lift Draps down , and thinks nae shame . To woo his bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame . When the kye comes hame , & c . Then the eye shines sae bright , The haill soul to beguile , There's love in every whisper , And joy in ...
... blue lift Draps down , and thinks nae shame . To woo his bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame . When the kye comes hame , & c . Then the eye shines sae bright , The haill soul to beguile , There's love in every whisper , And joy in ...
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... ? Her hair it is lint - white ; her skin it is milk- white ; Dark is the blue o ' her saft rolling e'e ; Red , red her ripe lips , and sweeter then roses : - Whar could my wee thing wander frae me ? SAW YE MY WEE THING ? I saw na your 47.
... ? Her hair it is lint - white ; her skin it is milk- white ; Dark is the blue o ' her saft rolling e'e ; Red , red her ripe lips , and sweeter then roses : - Whar could my wee thing wander frae me ? SAW YE MY WEE THING ? I saw na your 47.
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... blue o ' her saft rolling e'e ; Red were her ripe lips and sweeter than roses : Sweet were the kisses that she ga'e to me . It was na my wee thing , it was na my ain thing , It was na my true love ye met by the tree : Proud is her leal ...
... blue o ' her saft rolling e'e ; Red were her ripe lips and sweeter than roses : Sweet were the kisses that she ga'e to me . It was na my wee thing , it was na my ain thing , It was na my true love ye met by the tree : Proud is her leal ...
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... blue hills meltin ' into grey , The mavis and the blackbird's lay Were sweetly heard in Gowrie . O lang the lassie I had woo'd , An ' truth an ' constancy had vowed , But cam ' nae speed wi ' her I lo'ed Until she saw fair Gowrie . O'ER ...
... blue hills meltin ' into grey , The mavis and the blackbird's lay Were sweetly heard in Gowrie . O lang the lassie I had woo'd , An ' truth an ' constancy had vowed , But cam ' nae speed wi ' her I lo'ed Until she saw fair Gowrie . O'ER ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ADIEU FOR EVERMORE ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amang the heather Amang the rigs baith bawbee birks of Aberfeldy blaw blinks bloom blythe bonnie lassie bosom braes braw Carlisle wall cauld Charlie charm Cockpen darling dear e'en e'er fair on Carlisle Farewell Flora flower frae gane gi'e glen Glenara gloamin Gowrie green ha'e heart HECTOR MACNEILL Highland laddie Highlandman hills ilka JAMES HOGG Jamie Jeanie John Johnnie kail yard kiss kye comes hame LADY NAIRNE Laird land lass leal LIZZY LINDSAY lo'ed Lochaber Lochinvar lord lover Maggie maid of Llanwellyn MARY OF ARGYLE maun meet morn muir amang nae mair nane ne'er night O'er the muir plaid rise ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL rose ROSLIN CASTLE Rowan tree Scotland sigh sing smile sun shines fair sweet sweetly tell There's thine Thou hast Twas weary wee thing weel wild ye sleepin yon burn-side young Lochinvar
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Página 75 - 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. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? xiii.
Página 139 - 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 72 - Eske river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 72 - 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 7 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving ; There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There, thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever, Never again to wake, Never, O never.
Página 17 - 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 1 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 75 - 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!
Página 2 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Página 81 - But if fond love thy heart can gain, I never broke a vow ; Nae maiden lays her skaith to me, I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring, For you I wear the blue ; For you alone I strive to sing, O tell me how to woo ! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love ; O tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take, Tho ne'er another trow me.