Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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Pagina iii
... Night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' Gudewife , count the Lawin Sir Alexander Boswell 248 Burns . 243 • Hame , hame , hame ! . Allan Cunningham . William Creech Hap and row He is gone on the Mountain Helen of Kirkconnell Here's a Health ...
... Night , and Joy be wi ' you a ' Gudewife , count the Lawin Sir Alexander Boswell 248 Burns . 243 • Hame , hame , hame ! . Allan Cunningham . William Creech Hap and row He is gone on the Mountain Helen of Kirkconnell Here's a Health ...
Pagina 5
... night . ' The poor scholar Nicholas , in the ' Miller's Tale , ' was an ex- cellent singer and performer on the psaltry ; and we learn that the parish clerk in the same tale ' Could playen songès on a small ribible . ' + In the ...
... night . ' The poor scholar Nicholas , in the ' Miller's Tale , ' was an ex- cellent singer and performer on the psaltry ; and we learn that the parish clerk in the same tale ' Could playen songès on a small ribible . ' + In the ...
Pagina 21
... night her silent sable wore , And gloomy were the skies ; Of glittering stars appear'd no more Than those in Nelly's eyes . When to her father's door I came , Where I had often been , I begg'd my fair and lovely dame To rise and let me ...
... night her silent sable wore , And gloomy were the skies ; Of glittering stars appear'd no more Than those in Nelly's eyes . When to her father's door I came , Where I had often been , I begg'd my fair and lovely dame To rise and let me ...
Pagina 25
... heart sairer , If you prove inconstant , and fancy ane fairer . Grieve me , grieve me , oh , it wad grieve me , A ' the long night and day , if you deceive me ! JOHNNY . My Nelly , let never sic fancies oppress SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 25.
... heart sairer , If you prove inconstant , and fancy ane fairer . Grieve me , grieve me , oh , it wad grieve me , A ' the long night and day , if you deceive me ! JOHNNY . My Nelly , let never sic fancies oppress SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 25.
Pagina 26
... night and day , if you deceive me ! JOHNNY . Bid ice - shogles hammer red gauds on the studdy , And fair summer mornings nae mair appear ruddy ; Bid Briton's think ae gate , and when they obey thee , But never till that time , believe I ...
... night and day , if you deceive me ! JOHNNY . Bid ice - shogles hammer red gauds on the studdy , And fair summer mornings nae mair appear ruddy ; Bid Briton's think ae gate , and when they obey thee , But never till that time , believe I ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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Populaire passages
Pagina 127 - 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 173 - 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 285 - 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 219 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Pagina 286 - 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 129 - 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 114 - 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 118 - 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 76 - 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 93 - 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?