Whistle-Binkie: Or, The Piper of the Party: Being a Collection of Songs for the Social Circle, Volume 1 |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Whistle-Binkie: Or, the Piper of the Party ; Being a Collection of ..., Volume 1 Volledige weergave - 1878 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ALEX appeared auld beauty blythe body bonnie born called CARRICK cheek comes dear death drink e'en face fair father feeling folk frae friends gang give Glasgow hame hand head hear heard heart hour I'll ilka ither John keep kind lady leave light live look mair meet mind mony morning nature ne'er never night o'er ower pieces poet poor published respectable returned RODGER round Scotland seen she'll sing smile song soon sure sweet tear tell thee There's thing thou thought took town tree true turn weel wife Willie ye'll young
Populaire passages
Pagina 247 - And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest; And a mother she was, and is, to me; For I was born on the open sea...
Pagina 247 - SEA The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea! I am where I would ever be...
Pagina 30 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Pagina 365 - you're my Molly Malone, My own ! ' ' Oh,' says he, ' you're my Molly Malone.' And the widow they all thought so shy, My eye ! Ne'er thought of a simper or sigh, For why ? But ' Lucius,' says she, ' Since you've now made so free, You may marry your Mary Malone, Ohone ! You may marry your Mary Malone.
Pagina 117 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o
Pagina 413 - His hair was curled in order, At the rising of the sun, In comely rows and buckles smart That about his ears did run ; And, before, there was a toupee That some inches up did grow, And behind there was a long queue, That did o'er his shoulders flow. Oh ! we ne'er shall see the like of Captain Paton no mo'e ! And whenever we foregathered He took off his wee
Pagina 115 - Twa bairns, and but ae heart ! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear ; And tones and looks and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. 1 wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof lock'd in loof, What our wee heads could think ? When baith bent doun ower ae braid page, Wi' ae bulk on our knee, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee.
Pagina 215 - Yes, it is he! the hermit bird, that, apart from all his kind, Slow spells his beads monotonous to the soft western wind ; Cuckoo! Cuckoo! he sings again, — his notes are void of art; But simplest strains do soonest sound the deep founts of the heart. Good Lord! it is a gracious boon for thought-crazed wight like me, To smell again these summer flowers beneath this summer tree...
Pagina 415 - Or when the candles were brought forth, and the night was fairly setting in, He would tell some fine old stories about Minden-field or Dettingen; How he fought with a French major, and dispatched him at a blow, While his blood ran out like water on the soft grass below. Oh, we ne'er shall hear the like of Captain Paton no mo!
Pagina 364 - So lovely the Widow Malone. •' Of lovers she had a full score, Or more; And fortunes they all had galore, In store; From the minister down To the clerk of the crown, All were courting the Widow Malone, Ohone ! All were courting the Widow Malone.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | Whistle-Binkie: Or, The Piper of the Party: Being a Collection of Songs for the Social Circle, Volume 1 Whistle-Binkie: Or, The Piper of the Party: Being a Collection of Songs for the Social Circle, John Donald Carrick |
| Bijdragers | John Donald Carrick, Alexander Rodger, David Robertson |
| Uitgever | D. Robertson, 1878 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de New York Public Library |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 14 dec 2006 |
| Lengte | 390 pagina's |
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