The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the 16th to the 19th CenturyHoulston and Wright, 1867 - 336 pagina's |
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Pagina iv
... , Many a crest that is famous in story ; Mount and make ready , then , sons of the mountain glen- Fight for your queen and the old Scottish glory . " SIR WALTER SCOTT . BOOK OF SCOTTISH SONGS FROM THE 16TH TO THE 19TH.
... , Many a crest that is famous in story ; Mount and make ready , then , sons of the mountain glen- Fight for your queen and the old Scottish glory . " SIR WALTER SCOTT . BOOK OF SCOTTISH SONGS FROM THE 16TH TO THE 19TH.
Pagina x
... MOUNTAIN HELEN OF KIRKCONNELL HERE'S A HEALTH TO ANE I LO'E DEAR HIGHLAND MARY I GAED A WAEFU ' GATE YESTREEN I HAE LAID A HERRING IN SAUT I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE I WINNA GANG BACK TO MY MAMMY AGAIN JEANIE ...
... MOUNTAIN HELEN OF KIRKCONNELL HERE'S A HEALTH TO ANE I LO'E DEAR HIGHLAND MARY I GAED A WAEFU ' GATE YESTREEN I HAE LAID A HERRING IN SAUT I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE I WINNA GANG BACK TO MY MAMMY AGAIN JEANIE ...
Pagina 3
... mountain - slope and summit - every pastoral valley - nay , almost every farmhouse , has been cele- brated in a song . The Highlander , who has no right or title to this music or song , is as proud of both as the Lowlander ; and not ...
... mountain - slope and summit - every pastoral valley - nay , almost every farmhouse , has been cele- brated in a song . The Highlander , who has no right or title to this music or song , is as proud of both as the Lowlander ; and not ...
Pagina 36
... Oh , had I a ' the wealth Hopetoun's high mountains fill , Insured lang life and health , And pleasure at my will ; I'd promise and fulfil That nane but bonnie she ,. THE LASS O ' PATIE'S MILL . DR . THOMAS BLACKLOCK , " the blind poet ,
... Oh , had I a ' the wealth Hopetoun's high mountains fill , Insured lang life and health , And pleasure at my will ; I'd promise and fulfil That nane but bonnie she ,. THE LASS O ' PATIE'S MILL . DR . THOMAS BLACKLOCK , " the blind poet ,
Pagina 59
... mountains , umbrageous with trees , Whose tops so majestic ascend ; Your landscape what joy to survey , Were Margret with me to admire ; Then the harvest would glitter how gay , How majestic the mountains aspire ! In pensive regret ...
... mountains , umbrageous with trees , Whose tops so majestic ascend ; Your landscape what joy to survey , Were Margret with me to admire ; Then the harvest would glitter how gay , How majestic the mountains aspire ! In pensive regret ...
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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...