The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the 16th to the 19th CenturyHoulston and Wright, 1867 - 336 pagina's |
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Pagina 19
... mony braw things ; And were na my heart licht , I wad dee . He had a wee titty that lo'ed na me , Because I was twice as bonny as she ; She raised such a pother ' twixt him and his mother , That were na my heart licht , I wad dee . The ...
... mony braw things ; And were na my heart licht , I wad dee . He had a wee titty that lo'ed na me , Because I was twice as bonny as she ; She raised such a pother ' twixt him and his mother , That were na my heart licht , I wad dee . The ...
Pagina 26
... mony a day been ; To Lochaber no more , to Lochaber no more , We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more ! These tears that I shed , they're a ' for my dear , And no for the dangers attending on weir ; Though borne on rough seas to a far ...
... mony a day been ; To Lochaber no more , to Lochaber no more , We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more ! These tears that I shed , they're a ' for my dear , And no for the dangers attending on weir ; Though borne on rough seas to a far ...
Pagina 95
... mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning , I left the lines and tented field , Where lang I'd been a lodger , My humble knapsack a ' my wealth , A poor but honest sodger . A leal light heart was in my breast , My hand ...
... mony a sweet babe fatherless , And mony a widow mourning , I left the lines and tented field , Where lang I'd been a lodger , My humble knapsack a ' my wealth , A poor but honest sodger . A leal light heart was in my breast , My hand ...
Pagina 114
... mony a vow and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu ' tender ; And pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder ! But , oh , fell death's untimely frost , That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay ...
... mony a vow and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu ' tender ; And pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder ! But , oh , fell death's untimely frost , That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay ...
Pagina 118
... mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair ; I hear her in the tunefu ' birds , I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that ...
... mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair ; I hear her in the tunefu ' birds , I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that ...
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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...