Whistle-Binkie: Or, The Piper of the Party: Being a Collection of Songs for the Social Circle, Volume 1D. Robertson, 1878 - 390 pagina's |
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... sure , fatigue - worn , and perhaps heart - worn , until he reached the town of Liverpool . In after life he often reverted to his feelings on enter- ing that town , and meeting with a recruiting party , gay with ribbons , and enlivened ...
... sure , fatigue - worn , and perhaps heart - worn , until he reached the town of Liverpool . In after life he often reverted to his feelings on enter- ing that town , and meeting with a recruiting party , gay with ribbons , and enlivened ...
Pagina 9
... sure so venerable a relic of antiquity would be often visited by the youthful poet , and contribute , by its solemn magnificence and historical interest , to fan the flame of his poetic genius . In 1803 the loyal fever , universally ...
... sure so venerable a relic of antiquity would be often visited by the youthful poet , and contribute , by its solemn magnificence and historical interest , to fan the flame of his poetic genius . In 1803 the loyal fever , universally ...
Pagina 82
... sure , which showed some sma ' glimmering o ' sense , but the neck o ' the beast was a ' done up wi ' fine cambric ruffles ; these were to be ta'en aff , it seems , till it was roasted , and then it was to get on a ' its finery again ...
... sure , which showed some sma ' glimmering o ' sense , but the neck o ' the beast was a ' done up wi ' fine cambric ruffles ; these were to be ta'en aff , it seems , till it was roasted , and then it was to get on a ' its finery again ...
Pagina 98
... sure will turn't out a presumption ! —an ' all the doctors in the college canna tak ' it out . Now Donal , poor lad ! you'll never pe blate , But teuk your auld mither's advice ; Mark weel what ye say , her commands weel obey , An ' I ...
... sure will turn't out a presumption ! —an ' all the doctors in the college canna tak ' it out . Now Donal , poor lad ! you'll never pe blate , But teuk your auld mither's advice ; Mark weel what ye say , her commands weel obey , An ' I ...
Pagina 99
... sure tey're no tatter nor torn ; Her braw new hose will suit her new clothes , An ' they'll thocht her a shentlemans born ! Deed will they , my bonnie pairn , They'll thocht you a shentlemans born . When Donal , poor lad ! put on her ...
... sure tey're no tatter nor torn ; Her braw new hose will suit her new clothes , An ' they'll thocht her a shentlemans born ! Deed will they , my bonnie pairn , They'll thocht you a shentlemans born . When Donal , poor lad ! put on her ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ain fireside ALEX amang anither auld drucken howdie Bailie bairn baith beauty Behave yoursel blythe body bonnie braw Braxy canna CARRICK cauld cheek cronie Deacon dear deil Derry dinna e'en e'er fair Fal lal frae friends gane gang gaun Glasgow gudeman hame heart heather Hielan ilka ither JAMES BALLANTINE Jamie M'Nab John kail brose Kate Kate Reid lady laird lass lassie lo'e mair Mary Beaton maun mo laogh geal mony mornin Motherwell naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Paisley Peter Paterson poet poor puir R. A. Smith Robert Gilfillan RODger sang Scotland Scottish sing smile song soon sweet Syne tell thee There's thocht thou weel whar whilk Whistle-binkies wife WILLIAM FINLAY William Motherwell Willie ye ken ye'll ye're 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.