The Scottish Songs, المجلد 11829 |
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الصفحة 2
... maun hae a silk hood , A kirtle - sark , wyliecoat , And a silk snood , To tie up my hair in A cockernonie . Hout awa , thou's gane wud , I trow , Jennie ! quo ' he . Gin ye'd hae me look bonnie , And shine like the moon , period ...
... maun hae a silk hood , A kirtle - sark , wyliecoat , And a silk snood , To tie up my hair in A cockernonie . Hout awa , thou's gane wud , I trow , Jennie ! quo ' he . Gin ye'd hae me look bonnie , And shine like the moon , period ...
الصفحة 3
Robert Chambers. I maun hae katlets and patlets , And cam'rel - heel'd shoon ; Wi ' craig - claiths and lug - babs , * And rings twa or three . Hout , the deil's in your vanity , Jennie ! quo he . And I maun hae pinners , With pearlins ...
Robert Chambers. I maun hae katlets and patlets , And cam'rel - heel'd shoon ; Wi ' craig - claiths and lug - babs , * And rings twa or three . Hout , the deil's in your vanity , Jennie ! quo he . And I maun hae pinners , With pearlins ...
الصفحة 14
... song written by one of his friends : - And maun I still on Menie doat , And bear the scorn that's in her ee ? ' For it's jet - jet black , and it's like a hawk , And winna let a bodie be . FARE YE WEEL , MY AULD WIFE . AND fare 14.
... song written by one of his friends : - And maun I still on Menie doat , And bear the scorn that's in her ee ? ' For it's jet - jet black , and it's like a hawk , And winna let a bodie be . FARE YE WEEL , MY AULD WIFE . AND fare 14.
الصفحة 17
... maun lo'e . DAUGHTER . Haud your tongue , mother , and let that abee ; For his eild and my eild can never agree : They'll never agree , and that will be seen ; For he is fourscore , and I'm but fifteen . MOTHER . Haud your tongue ...
... maun lo'e . DAUGHTER . Haud your tongue , mother , and let that abee ; For his eild and my eild can never agree : They'll never agree , and that will be seen ; For he is fourscore , and I'm but fifteen . MOTHER . Haud your tongue ...
الصفحة 18
... maun lo'e . DAUGHTER . But auld Rob Morris I never will hae , His back is so stiff , and his beard is grown grey ; I had rather die than live wi ' him a year ; Sae mair o ' Rob Morris I never will hear . * HEY FOR A LASS WI ' A TOCHER ...
... maun lo'e . DAUGHTER . But auld Rob Morris I never will hae , His back is so stiff , and his beard is grown grey ; I had rather die than live wi ' him a year ; Sae mair o ' Rob Morris I never will hear . * HEY FOR A LASS WI ' A TOCHER ...
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ain true love Allan water amang auld baith ballad baloo banks beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw bride BURNS canna cauld Complaynt of Scotland dance dear dearie Donald Macgillavry doun e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang Gilderoy glen green gude gudeman gudewife hame heart Herd's Collection Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jacobite Jenny John Tod Johnnie king kiss laddie lady laird lass lo'e Lochaber lover maun merry mony nae mair nane ne'er never o'er ower padda Pinkie House puir Ramsay Rob Morris sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum Scottish song sing sung sweet Tea-Table Miscellany thee There's thou toun tune TUNE-The verses wadna weel Whigs wife Willie ye're yestreen young
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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?