The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the 16th to the 19th CenturyHoulston and Wright, 1867 - 336 pagina's |
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Pagina 26
... blooming beauties first kindled love's fire , Your virtue and wit mak ' it aye flame the higher . Leave thee , leave thee ! I'll never leave thee , Gang the warld as it will , dearest , believe me , NELLY . Then , Johnny , I frankly ...
... blooming beauties first kindled love's fire , Your virtue and wit mak ' it aye flame the higher . Leave thee , leave thee ! I'll never leave thee , Gang the warld as it will , dearest , believe me , NELLY . Then , Johnny , I frankly ...
Pagina 28
... blooming , tight , and tall is , And guides her airs sae gracefu ' still , — O Jove ! she's like thy Pallas . Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair oppress us ; Our fancies jee between ye twa , Ye are sic bonnie lasses . Wae's ...
... blooming , tight , and tall is , And guides her airs sae gracefu ' still , — O Jove ! she's like thy Pallas . Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair oppress us ; Our fancies jee between ye twa , Ye are sic bonnie lasses . Wae's ...
Pagina 77
... blooming , Their scent the air perfuming ; But now they are wither'd and weeded away . I've seen the morning With gold the hills adorning , And loud tempest storming before the mid - day ; I've seen Tweed's silver streams Shining in the ...
... blooming , Their scent the air perfuming ; But now they are wither'd and weeded away . I've seen the morning With gold the hills adorning , And loud tempest storming before the mid - day ; I've seen Tweed's silver streams Shining in the ...
Pagina 106
... blooming heather ; But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o ' Gala water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Abune them a ' I lo'e him better ; And I'll be his , and he'll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Gala water ...
... blooming heather ; But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o ' Gala water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Abune them a ' I lo'e him better ; And I'll be his , and he'll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Gala water ...
Pagina 133
... Blooming like thy bonnie sel ' , My young , my artless dearie O. Come , my lassie , let us stray O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae , Blythely spend the gowden day ' Midst joys that never weary O. Tow'ring o'er the Newton woods , Lav'rocks ...
... Blooming like thy bonnie sel ' , My young , my artless dearie O. Come , my lassie , let us stray O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae , Blythely spend the gowden day ' Midst joys that never weary O. Tow'ring o'er the Newton woods , Lav'rocks ...
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The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the 16th to the 19th Century Charles Mackay Volledige weergave - 1867 |
The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the 16th to the 19th Century Charles Mackay Volledige weergave - 1867 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ain countrie ain fireside Air-"The ALLAN CUNNINGHAM Allan Ramsay amang auld baith baloo Behave yoursel birks of Aberfeldy blaw blooming blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw canna cauld Charlie cogie dear dearie dinna e'en e'er fair Farewell flowers frae Gala water gane gang gi'e green gude gudeman gudewife hame heart heather heaven Here's a health Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John Anderson Johnnie king kiss lass lo'e Maggie Mary maun mither mony morning nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er ower Peter Buchan Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL Scottish sing SIR WALTER SCOTT smile snaw song stanza sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears There's Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Whigs wife Willie winna ye'll ye're yon lane glen
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Pagina 152 - As ye hae done before folk. Behave yoursel' before folk, Behave yoursel' before folk ; Nor heat my cheeks wi' your mad freaks, But aye be douce before folk. Ye tell me that my lips are sweet ; Sic tales I doubt are a' deceit ; At ony rate, it's hardly meet To pree their sweets before folk. Behave yoursel...