The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the 16th to the 19th CenturyHoulston and Wright, 1867 - 336 pagina's |
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Pagina xii
... HEAVEN ' TWAS WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN WANDERING WILLIE . Were na my HEART LICHT , I WAD DEE WHAT AILS THIS HEART O ' MINE ? WHEN I UPON THY BOSOM LEAN . 84 · Allan Cunningham . • 147 Tea - table Miscellany 49 · · Tobias Smollett ...
... HEAVEN ' TWAS WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN WANDERING WILLIE . Were na my HEART LICHT , I WAD DEE WHAT AILS THIS HEART O ' MINE ? WHEN I UPON THY BOSOM LEAN . 84 · Allan Cunningham . • 147 Tea - table Miscellany 49 · · Tobias Smollett ...
Pagina 25
... heaven , while solemnly I vow , Though thou shouldst prove a wand'ring lover , Through life to thee I shall prove true , Nor be a wife to any other . I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE . ALLAN RAMSAY . From the " Tea - Table Miscellany . " JOHNNY ...
... heaven , while solemnly I vow , Though thou shouldst prove a wand'ring lover , Through life to thee I shall prove true , Nor be a wife to any other . I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE . ALLAN RAMSAY . From the " Tea - Table Miscellany . " JOHNNY ...
Pagina 33
... heaven , relate , If looking o'er the rolls of fate , Did you there see me mark'd to marrow Mary Scott , the flower of Yarrow ? Ah , no ! her form's too heavenly fair , Her love the gods above must share ; While mortals with despair ...
... heaven , relate , If looking o'er the rolls of fate , Did you there see me mark'd to marrow Mary Scott , the flower of Yarrow ? Ah , no ! her form's too heavenly fair , Her love the gods above must share ; While mortals with despair ...
Pagina 39
... heaven has lent me Upon your wit and beauty . " This song was founded by Ramsay upon an older one with the same title , of which the following is a specimen : The collier has a daughter , And , oh , she's wondrous bonnie ; A laird he ...
... heaven has lent me Upon your wit and beauty . " This song was founded by Ramsay upon an older one with the same title , of which the following is a specimen : The collier has a daughter , And , oh , she's wondrous bonnie ; A laird he ...
Pagina 42
... Heaven still guard , and love reward , The Lawland lass and her Highland laddie ! If I were free at will to choose To be the wealthiest Lawland lady , I'd tak ' young Donald without trews , Wi ' bonnet blue and belted plaidie . O my ...
... Heaven still guard , and love reward , The Lawland lass and her Highland laddie ! If I were free at will to choose To be the wealthiest Lawland lady , I'd tak ' young Donald without trews , Wi ' bonnet blue and belted plaidie . O my ...
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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...