The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyN. Cooke, 1854 - 325 pagina's |
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Pagina vi
... young Lad The Bush aboon Traquair The captive Huntsman The Chevalier's Lament The Collier's bonnie Lassie The Day returns , my Bosom burns . The Deil's awa ' wi ' the Exciseman The drucken Wife o ' Galloway The Duke of Cumberland The ...
... young Lad The Bush aboon Traquair The captive Huntsman The Chevalier's Lament The Collier's bonnie Lassie The Day returns , my Bosom burns . The Deil's awa ' wi ' the Exciseman The drucken Wife o ' Galloway The Duke of Cumberland The ...
Pagina 6
... young Scotch boy was brought to England , and there educated in all the accomplishments of the more civilised country . This boy , then aged eleven years , was James Stuart , son of Robert III . King of Scotland . He was on his way to ...
... young Scotch boy was brought to England , and there educated in all the accomplishments of the more civilised country . This boy , then aged eleven years , was James Stuart , son of Robert III . King of Scotland . He was on his way to ...
Pagina 19
... young Jamie cam ' ower the sea , He said he saw naething sae lovely as me ; He hecht me baith rings an ' 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 ...
... young Jamie cam ' ower the sea , He said he saw naething sae lovely as me ; He hecht me baith rings an ' 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 ...
Pagina 20
... 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 were but young for thee ! SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN . FRANCIS SEMPLE . 20 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... 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 were but young for thee ! SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN . FRANCIS SEMPLE . 20 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
Pagina 28
... Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair oppress us ; Our fancies jee between ye twa , Ye are sic bonnie lasses . Wae's me ! for baith I canna get , To ane by law we're stentit ; Then I'll draw cuts , and tak my fate , And be wi ...
... Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair oppress us ; Our fancies jee between ye twa , Ye are sic bonnie lasses . Wae's me ! for baith I canna get , To ane by law we're stentit ; Then I'll draw cuts , and tak my fate , And be wi ...
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aboon ain countrie ain fireside ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld baith beautiful Behave yoursel birks of Aberfeldy blaw bloom blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom braw canna cauld charms cheek dear dearie Delvin dinna doun e'en e'er fair Farewell flower frae Gala water gane gang gi'e gin ye green gude gudeman heart heather heaven Highland laddie Jamie Jenny John Anderson Johnnie kiss Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes Maggie Mary maun mony morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns Scotland Scottish siller sing smile snaw song stanza SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither There's thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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Pagina 112 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Pagina 112 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Pagina 294 - MY HEART'S in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Pagina 220 - Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings : And O ! her een they spak sic things ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan was a lad o...
Pagina 295 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Pagina 124 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Pagina 108 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Pagina 214 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Pagina 105 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Pagina 123 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.