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Pagina xi
... TELL MY HEID IS LIKE TO REND , WILLIE MY MOTHER BIDS ME BIND MY HAIR MY NANNIE O MY NANNIE'S AWA ' MY SHEEP I NEGLECTED MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING OF A ' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE . OH , ARE YE ...
... TELL MY HEID IS LIKE TO REND , WILLIE MY MOTHER BIDS ME BIND MY HAIR MY NANNIE O MY NANNIE'S AWA ' MY SHEEP I NEGLECTED MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING OF A ' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE . OH , ARE YE ...
Pagina xiii
... TELL ME WHERE Mrs. Grant 180 • PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU Sir Walter Scott 177 SCOTS WHA HAE WI ' WALLACE BLED Burns 173 THE BATTLE OF VITTORIA . William Glen . 181 THE THISTLE OF SCOTLAND Hogg's Jacobite Relics 185 III . - MORAL AND ...
... TELL ME WHERE Mrs. Grant 180 • PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU Sir Walter Scott 177 SCOTS WHA HAE WI ' WALLACE BLED Burns 173 THE BATTLE OF VITTORIA . William Glen . 181 THE THISTLE OF SCOTLAND Hogg's Jacobite Relics 185 III . - MORAL AND ...
Pagina 25
... tell ; - Oh , I can die , but never sunder ! Ye meadows where we often stray'd , Ye banks where we were wont to wander , Sweet - scented rocks round which we play'd . You'll lose your sweets when we're asunder . Again , ah , shall I ...
... tell ; - Oh , I can die , but never sunder ! Ye meadows where we often stray'd , Ye banks where we were wont to wander , Sweet - scented rocks round which we play'd . You'll lose your sweets when we're asunder . Again , ah , shall I ...
Pagina 39
... tell'd her : " My bonnie collier's daughter , Let naething discompose ye ; It's no your scanty tocher Shall ever gar me lose ye ; For I have gear in plenty , And love says it's my duty To ware what heaven has lent me Upon your wit and ...
... tell'd her : " My bonnie collier's daughter , Let naething discompose ye ; It's no your scanty tocher Shall ever gar me lose ye ; For I have gear in plenty , And love says it's my duty To ware what heaven has lent me Upon your wit and ...
Pagina 45
... tell how much I loo'd thee . An ' thou were , & c . How fair and ruddy is my Jean , She moves a goddess o'er the green ! Were I a king , thou should be queen , I'd Nane but mysel ' aboon thee . An ' thou were , & c . grasp thee to this ...
... tell how much I loo'd thee . An ' thou were , & c . How fair and ruddy is my Jean , She moves a goddess o'er the green ! Were I a king , thou should be queen , I'd Nane but mysel ' aboon thee . An ' thou were , & c . grasp thee to this ...
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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...