The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the 16th to the 19th CenturyHoulston and Wright, 1867 - 336 pagina's |
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Pagina 18
... fears his fate too much , Or his deserts are small , Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all . But I will reign and govern still , And always give the law , And have each subject at my will , And all to stand in awe ...
... fears his fate too much , Or his deserts are small , Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all . But I will reign and govern still , And always give the law , And have each subject at my will , And all to stand in awe ...
Pagina 22
... fears , or frosty cares , That makes thy spirits decay ? Or is't some object of more worth That's stolen thy heart away ? Or some desert makes thee neglect Him so much once was thine , That thou canst never once reflect On old long syne ...
... fears , or frosty cares , That makes thy spirits decay ? Or is't some object of more worth That's stolen thy heart away ? Or some desert makes thee neglect Him so much once was thine , That thou canst never once reflect On old long syne ...
Pagina 24
... SPEAK on , speak thus , and still my grief ; Hold up a heart that's sinkin ' under These fears that soon will want relief When Pate must from his Peggy sunder . A gentler face and silk attire , A lady rich 24 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... SPEAK on , speak thus , and still my grief ; Hold up a heart that's sinkin ' under These fears that soon will want relief When Pate must from his Peggy sunder . A gentler face and silk attire , A lady rich 24 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
Pagina 33
... a distance due adore her . O lovely maid ! my doubts beguile , Revive and bless me with a smile ; Alas ! if not you'll soon debar a Sighing swain the banks of Yarrow . Be hush'd ye fears ; I'll not despair ; My SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 33.
... a distance due adore her . O lovely maid ! my doubts beguile , Revive and bless me with a smile ; Alas ! if not you'll soon debar a Sighing swain the banks of Yarrow . Be hush'd ye fears ; I'll not despair ; My SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 33.
Pagina 34
From the 16th to the 19th Century Charles Mackay. Be hush'd ye fears ; I'll not despair ; My Mary's tender as she's fair ; Then I'll go tell her all my anguish ; She is too good to let me languish : With success crowned , I'll not envy ...
From the 16th to the 19th Century Charles Mackay. Be hush'd ye fears ; I'll not despair ; My Mary's tender as she's fair ; Then I'll go tell her all my anguish ; She is too good to let me languish : With success crowned , I'll not envy ...
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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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