The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyN. Cooke, 1854 - 325 páginas |
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... body , Aldivalloch ; Puir body , Aldivalloch ; He lost his hose and baith his sheen Coming through the braes o ' Balloch . Roy's wife , & c . He drew a stick when he came near , And sware he'd gie the lad a thrashin ' ; Than he lap and ...
... body , Aldivalloch ; Puir body , Aldivalloch ; He lost his hose and baith his sheen Coming through the braes o ' Balloch . Roy's wife , & c . He drew a stick when he came near , And sware he'd gie the lad a thrashin ' ; Than he lap and ...
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... body cover ! For ever , now , O Yarrow stream ! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow ; For ever on thy banks shall I Behold my love , the flower of Yarrow ! He promised me a milk - white steed , To bear me to his father's bowers ; He ...
... body cover ! For ever , now , O Yarrow stream ! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow ; For ever on thy banks shall I Behold my love , the flower of Yarrow ! He promised me a milk - white steed , To bear me to his father's bowers ; He ...
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... body in the stream , And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow . The tear did never leave her cheek , No other youth became her marrow ; She found his body in the stream , And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow . This beautiful song was ...
... body in the stream , And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow . The tear did never leave her cheek , No other youth became her marrow ; She found his body in the stream , And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow . This beautiful song was ...
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... wad rather dree Than rise in the mornin ' early . A cosie house and canty wife Aye keep a body cheerly ; And pantries stow'd wi ' meat and drink , They answer unco rarely . But up in the mornin ' - na , na 202 MORAL AND SATIRICAL SONGS .
... wad rather dree Than rise in the mornin ' early . A cosie house and canty wife Aye keep a body cheerly ; And pantries stow'd wi ' meat and drink , They answer unco rarely . But up in the mornin ' - na , na 202 MORAL AND SATIRICAL SONGS .
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... body kiss a body , Need a body cry ? Gin a body meet a body Coming through the glen ; Gin a body kiss a body , Need the warld ken ? Oh , Jenny's a ' wat , poor body , Jenny's seldom dry ; She draiglet a ' her petticoatie Coming through ...
... body kiss a body , Need a body cry ? Gin a body meet a body Coming through the glen ; Gin a body kiss a body , Need the warld ken ? Oh , Jenny's a ' wat , poor body , Jenny's seldom dry ; She draiglet a ' her petticoatie Coming through ...
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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.