The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the 16th to the 19th CenturyHoulston and Wright, 1867 - 336 pagina's |
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Pagina 20
... live - lang nicht he ne'er steeks his ee ; And were na my heart licht , I wad dee . Were I young for thee , as I hae been , We should ha ' been gallopin ' down on yon green , And linkin ' it on yon lily - white lea ; And wow ; gin I ...
... live - lang nicht he ne'er steeks his ee ; And were na my heart licht , I wad dee . Were I young for thee , as I hae been , We should ha ' been gallopin ' down on yon green , And linkin ' it on yon lily - white lea ; And wow ; gin I ...
Pagina 44
... lives to lo❜e thee . An ' thou were , & c . To merit I no claim can make , But that I lo'e ; and for your sake What man can more I'll undertak So dearly do I lo'e thee . An ' thou were , & c . My passion , constant as the sun , Flames ...
... lives to lo❜e thee . An ' thou were , & c . To merit I no claim can make , But that I lo'e ; and for your sake What man can more I'll undertak So dearly do I lo'e thee . An ' thou were , & c . My passion , constant as the sun , Flames ...
Pagina 55
... live and die for thy sake , yet never leave thee ! Say , lovely Adonis , say , has Mary deceived thee ? Did e'er her young heart betray , love , that has grieved thee ? My constant mind ne'er shall stray ; thou may believe me : I'll ...
... live and die for thy sake , yet never leave thee ! Say , lovely Adonis , say , has Mary deceived thee ? Did e'er her young heart betray , love , that has grieved thee ? My constant mind ne'er shall stray ; thou may believe me : I'll ...
Pagina 56
... live , My dearie , if thou dee . If fate shall tear thee from my breast , How shall I lonely stray ! In dreary dreams the night I'll waste , In sighs the silent day . I ne'er can so much virtue find , Nor such perfection see : Then I'll ...
... live , My dearie , if thou dee . If fate shall tear thee from my breast , How shall I lonely stray ! In dreary dreams the night I'll waste , In sighs the silent day . I ne'er can so much virtue find , Nor such perfection see : Then I'll ...
Pagina 57
... live pining Mysel ' thus away , and daurna discover To my bonny Hay that I am her lover ! Nae mair it will hide , the flame waxes stranger ; If she's not my bride , my days are nae langer ; Then I'll take a heart , and try at a venture ...
... live pining Mysel ' thus away , and daurna discover To my bonny Hay that I am her lover ! Nae mair it will hide , the flame waxes stranger ; If she's not my bride , my days are nae langer ; Then I'll take a heart , and try at a venture ...
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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...