The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyN. Cooke, 1854 - 325 páginas |
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... Jenny's Bawbee Jenny's Bawbie Jenny dang the Weaver Jessie , the Flower o ' Dumblane Jockey fou , Jenny fain Jock o ' Hazeldean · · John Anderson my Jo John Hay's bonnie Lassie John Hay's bonnie Mary . Johnnie Cope · John of Badenyon ...
... Jenny's Bawbee Jenny's Bawbie Jenny dang the Weaver Jessie , the Flower o ' Dumblane Jockey fou , Jenny fain Jock o ' Hazeldean · · John Anderson my Jo John Hay's bonnie Lassie John Hay's bonnie Mary . Johnnie Cope · John of Badenyon ...
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... Jenny sings saftly the " Cowden - Broom - Knowes , " And Rosie lilts sweetly the " Milking the Ewes ; " There's few " Jenny Nettles " like Nancy can sing ; With " Through the wood , laddie , " Bess gars our lugs ring : But when my dear ...
... Jenny sings saftly the " Cowden - Broom - Knowes , " And Rosie lilts sweetly the " Milking the Ewes ; " There's few " Jenny Nettles " like Nancy can sing ; With " Through the wood , laddie , " Bess gars our lugs ring : But when my dear ...
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... Jenny making hay : The lassie blush'd , and frowning cried , " No , no , it will not do ; cannot , cannot , wonnot , wonnot , mannot buckle to . " Jocky was a wag that never would wed , Though long he had follow'd the lass : Contented ...
... Jenny making hay : The lassie blush'd , and frowning cried , " No , no , it will not do ; cannot , cannot , wonnot , wonnot , mannot buckle to . " Jocky was a wag that never would wed , Though long he had follow'd the lass : Contented ...
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... Jenny , for their sakes , oh , will you marry me ? My heart it said nay ; I look'd for Jamie back ; But the wind it blew high , and the ship it proved a wreck ; The ship it proved a wreck , -why didna Jenny die ? And why do I live to ...
... Jenny , for their sakes , oh , will you marry me ? My heart it said nay ; I look'd for Jamie back ; But the wind it blew high , and the ship it proved a wreck ; The ship it proved a wreck , -why didna Jenny die ? And why do I live to ...
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... Jenny shall wear the hood , Jockie the sark of God ; And the kist fu ' o ' whistles that maks sic a cleiro , Our pipers braw Shall hae them a ' . Whate'er come on it , Busk up your plaids , my lads , Cock up your bonnets . OH , WHERE ...
... Jenny shall wear the hood , Jockie the sark of God ; And the kist fu ' o ' whistles that maks sic a cleiro , Our pipers braw Shall hae them a ' . Whate'er come on it , Busk up your plaids , my lads , Cock up your bonnets . OH , WHERE ...
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Otras ediciones - Ver todo
The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the ..., Volumen 1 Vista completa - 1899 |
The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth ... Vista completa - 1854 |
The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth ... Vista completa - 1854 |
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aboon ain countrie ain fireside ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld baith beautiful Behave yoursel birks of Aberfeldy blaw bloom blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom braw canna cauld charms cheek dear dearie Delvin dinna doun e'en e'er fair Farewell flower frae Gala water gane gang gi'e gin ye green gude gudeman heart heather heaven Highland laddie Jamie Jenny John Anderson Johnnie kiss Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes Maggie Mary maun mony morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns Scotland Scottish siller sing smile snaw song stanza SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither There's thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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Página 112 - 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.
Página 112 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Página 294 - MY HEART'S in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 220 - Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings : And O ! her een they spak sic things ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan was a lad o...
Página 295 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Página 124 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Página 108 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Página 214 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Página 105 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Página 123 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.