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... Willie had Speak on , speak thus Burns 99 Mrs. Grant Burns • . 302 . 173 64 121 Peter Buchan's Collection 122 • • Francis Semple • Burns 21 220 • · Allan Ramsay 24 • Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation ! Anonymous CONTENTS . V.
... Willie had Speak on , speak thus Burns 99 Mrs. Grant Burns • . 302 . 173 64 121 Peter Buchan's Collection 122 • • Francis Semple • Burns 21 220 • · Allan Ramsay 24 • Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation ! Anonymous CONTENTS . V.
Pagina viii
... Willie • Hogg's Jacobite Relics • PAGE 268 . 235 · • Allan Ramsay • • We'll never see Peace sin ' Charlie's awa ' Were na my Heart licht , I wad dee . What's a ' the Steer ?. What ails this Heart ? When I began the World . When the Kye ...
... Willie • Hogg's Jacobite Relics • PAGE 268 . 235 · • Allan Ramsay • • We'll never see Peace sin ' Charlie's awa ' Were na my Heart licht , I wad dee . What's a ' the Steer ?. What ails this Heart ? When I began the World . When the Kye ...
Pagina 38
... easy , Genteel but unaffected . The collier's bonnie lassie , Fair as the new - blown lilie , Aye sweet and never saucy , Secured the heart o ' Willie . He loved beyond expression The charms that were about her 38 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... easy , Genteel but unaffected . The collier's bonnie lassie , Fair as the new - blown lilie , Aye sweet and never saucy , Secured the heart o ' Willie . He loved beyond expression The charms that were about her 38 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
Pagina 82
... fretting over their misfortunes . " Lapraik died in 1807 . From " Johnson's Museum , " 1787 . " TWAS 82 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 32 Burns 227 Burns Sir Alexander Boswell 248 Burns Willie brew'd a Peck o' Maut Burns 204.
... fretting over their misfortunes . " Lapraik died in 1807 . From " Johnson's Museum , " 1787 . " TWAS 82 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 32 Burns 227 Burns Sir Alexander Boswell 248 Burns Willie brew'd a Peck o' Maut Burns 204.
Pagina 96
... Willie ? " " By Him who made yon sun and sky , By whom true love's regarded , I am the man ; and thus may still True lovers be rewarded . The wars are o'er , and I'm come hame , And find thee still true - hearted ; Though poor in gear ...
... Willie ? " " By Him who made yon sun and sky , By whom true love's regarded , I am the man ; and thus may still True lovers be rewarded . The wars are o'er , and I'm come hame , And find thee still true - hearted ; Though poor in gear ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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 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 Jeanie John Anderson kiss kye come hame Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes lover Maggie Mary maun melody mither mony nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns siller sing smile snaw stanza sung SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie winna Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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Pagina 125 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory.
Pagina 171 - Wha, for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Pagina 283 - 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.
Pagina 217 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Pagina 284 - 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!
Pagina 127 - 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 ! No more of me yon knew.
Pagina 112 - 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.
Pagina 116 - 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.
Pagina 74 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie — The Flowers of the Forest are weded away. Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.
Pagina 91 - O Mary ! dear departed shade ! "Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?