The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyN. Cooke, 1854 - 325 páginas |
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... gang back . Jeanie Morrison 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 ...
... gang back . Jeanie Morrison 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 ...
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... Gang the warld as it will , dearest , believe me ! NELLY . O Johnny , I'm jealous , whene'er ye discover My sentiments yielding , ye'll turn a loose rover ; An ' nought in the world would vex my heart sairer , If you prove inconstant ...
... Gang the warld as it will , dearest , believe me ! NELLY . O Johnny , I'm jealous , whene'er ye discover My sentiments yielding , ye'll turn a loose rover ; An ' nought in the world would vex my heart sairer , If you prove inconstant ...
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... Gang the warld as it will , dearest , believe me ! NELLY . Then , Johnny , I frankly this minute allow ye To think me your mistress , for love gars me trow ye ; And gin ye prove false , to yoursel ' be it said then , Ye win but sma ...
... Gang the warld as it will , dearest , believe me ! NELLY . Then , Johnny , I frankly this minute allow ye To think me your mistress , for love gars me trow ye ; And gin ye prove false , to yoursel ' be it said then , Ye win but sma ...
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... gang ower the muir , She shall a lover find me ; And that my faith is firm and pure , Though I left her behind me ; Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain My heart to her fair bosom ; There , while my being does remain , My love more ...
... gang ower the muir , She shall a lover find me ; And that my faith is firm and pure , Though I left her behind me ; Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain My heart to her fair bosom ; There , while my being does remain , My love more ...
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... gang sour , I'll crack and I'll kiss wi ' my love a half - hour . It's ae lang half - hour , and we'll e'en mak it three , For the yellow - hair'd laddie my gudeman shall be . DUNT , DUNT , DUNT , PITTIE , PATTIE . Air- " The yellow ...
... gang sour , I'll crack and I'll kiss wi ' my love a half - hour . It's ae lang half - hour , and we'll e'en mak it three , For the yellow - hair'd laddie my gudeman shall be . DUNT , DUNT , DUNT , PITTIE , PATTIE . Air- " The yellow ...
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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 |
Términos y frases comunes
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.