The Scottish Songs, المجلد 11829 |
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الصفحة xxxii
... kiss me now , John , come kiss me now ; John , come kiss me by and by , And mak na mair adow . The Lord thy God I am , That John does thee call ; John represents the man By grace celestiall . My prophets call , my preachers cry , John come ...
... kiss me now , John , come kiss me now ; John , come kiss me by and by , And mak na mair adow . The Lord thy God I am , That John does thee call ; John represents the man By grace celestiall . My prophets call , my preachers cry , John come ...
الصفحة xlii
... kissing's a sin , But I think it's nane ava , For kissing has wonned in the warld , Since ever that there was twa . + O , if it wasna lawfu ' , Lawyers wadna allow it ; If it wasna holy , Ministers wadna do it . If it wasna modest ...
... kissing's a sin , But I think it's nane ava , For kissing has wonned in the warld , Since ever that there was twa . + O , if it wasna lawfu ' , Lawyers wadna allow it ; If it wasna holy , Ministers wadna do it . If it wasna modest ...
الصفحة lvii
... kiss ; Rothes Lament , or Pinky House ; Tibby Fowler in the Glen ; Fy , gae rub her ower wi ' strae ; The Mill , Mill , O !; Where shall our Gudeman lie ; My love Annie's very bonny ; Where Helen lies ; [ Fair Helen of Kirkconnel ...
... kiss ; Rothes Lament , or Pinky House ; Tibby Fowler in the Glen ; Fy , gae rub her ower wi ' strae ; The Mill , Mill , O !; Where shall our Gudeman lie ; My love Annie's very bonny ; Where Helen lies ; [ Fair Helen of Kirkconnel ...
الصفحة 2
... kiss'd her , And ca'd her his sweet . Wilt thou gae alang wi ' me , Jennie , Jennie ? Thou'se be my ain lemmane , Jo Jennie , quo ' he . If I gae alang wi ' thee , Ye maunna fail To feast me wi ' caddels And guid hackit kail . What ...
... kiss'd her , And ca'd her his sweet . Wilt thou gae alang wi ' me , Jennie , Jennie ? Thou'se be my ain lemmane , Jo Jennie , quo ' he . If I gae alang wi ' thee , Ye maunna fail To feast me wi ' caddels And guid hackit kail . What ...
الصفحة 6
... kisses , in a crack ; And , poor wee thing , she grat . If you'll ne'er do the like again , But bide at hame wi ' me , I'll lay my life , I'll be the wife That never taks the gee . * THE BONNIE LASS O ' BRANKSOME . ALLAN RAMSAY . TUNE ...
... kisses , in a crack ; And , poor wee thing , she grat . If you'll ne'er do the like again , But bide at hame wi ' me , I'll lay my life , I'll be the wife That never taks the gee . * THE BONNIE LASS O ' BRANKSOME . ALLAN RAMSAY . TUNE ...
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الصفحة 19 - 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.
الصفحة 290 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest-? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
الصفحة 234 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
الصفحة 155 - A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that — Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that ; For a* that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
الصفحة 14 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
الصفحة 234 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 82 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
الصفحة 288 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
الصفحة liv - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
الصفحة 289 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?