The Scottish Songs, المجلد 1Robert Chambers William Tait, 1829 - 359 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xxv
... e'en gang to bed wi ' the puir padda . ' And sae the lassie did gang to bed wi ' the padda . Weel , what wad ye think ? He's no content yet ; but out he sings again : ' Come , tak me to your bosom , my hinnie , my heart , Come , tak me ...
... e'en gang to bed wi ' the puir padda . ' And sae the lassie did gang to bed wi ' the padda . Weel , what wad ye think ? He's no content yet ; but out he sings again : ' Come , tak me to your bosom , my hinnie , my heart , Come , tak me ...
الصفحة lviii
... e'en ; O ! this is my departing time ; O ! as I was kist yestreen ; The rock and the wee pickle tow ; Pinkie House ; The runaway bride ; The banks of Forth ; Sae mer- ry as we twa ha'e been ; The baigrie o't ; Fee him , fa- ther ; Was ...
... e'en ; O ! this is my departing time ; O ! as I was kist yestreen ; The rock and the wee pickle tow ; Pinkie House ; The runaway bride ; The banks of Forth ; Sae mer- ry as we twa ha'e been ; The baigrie o't ; Fee him , fa- ther ; Was ...
الصفحة lxxiii
... e'en , 188 Our ladye's blessed well , 600 Over the water to Charlie , 399 Ower Bogie , 132 Ower the muir to Maggy , 24 Ower the muir amang the heather , 49 13 Patie's courtship , Peggy and Patie , Phillis the fair lxxiii.
... e'en , 188 Our ladye's blessed well , 600 Over the water to Charlie , 399 Ower Bogie , 132 Ower the muir to Maggy , 24 Ower the muir amang the heather , 49 13 Patie's courtship , Peggy and Patie , Phillis the fair lxxiii.
الصفحة lxxvii
... e'en , The wooing of Jenny and Jock , The wren , 156 489 141 350 518 The year that's awa , 437 The yellow - hair'd laddie , 277 The young laird and Edinburgh Katie , 178 The yowe - buchts , Marion , 308 Their groves o ' sweet myrtle ...
... e'en , The wooing of Jenny and Jock , The wren , 156 489 141 350 518 The year that's awa , 437 The yellow - hair'd laddie , 277 The young laird and Edinburgh Katie , 178 The yowe - buchts , Marion , 308 Their groves o ' sweet myrtle ...
الصفحة 6
... E'en these o'er muckle ; -mair delyte She'd given clad wi ' naething . We lean'd upon a flowery brae , By which a burnie trotted ; On her I glowr'd my soul away , While on her sweets I doated . A thousand beauties of desert Before had ...
... E'en these o'er muckle ; -mair delyte She'd given clad wi ' naething . We lean'd upon a flowery brae , By which a burnie trotted ; On her I glowr'd my soul away , While on her sweets I doated . A thousand beauties of desert Before had ...
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ain true love Allan Allan water Amang baith ballad baloo banks beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS canna cauld Charlie Complaynt of Scotland dance dear dearie Donald Macgillavry doun e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang Gilderoy glen green gude gudewife hame heart Herd's Collection Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jacobite Jamie Jenny Jock John Tod Johnnie king kiss laddie lady laird lass lo'e Lochaber lover Maggie maun merry mony muir nae mair nane ne'er never o'er ower padda Pinkie House puir Ramsay Rob Morris sang Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish song sing sweet Syne Tea-Table Miscellany thee There's thou tune TUNE-The verses wadna weel Whigs wife Willie wooer ye're yestreen young
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الصفحة 13 - 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 133 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
الصفحة 204 - 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 134 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
الصفحة 54 - Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
الصفحة 189 - My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood ; Ye're like to the bark o...
الصفحة 48 - Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie.
الصفحة 164 - Devouring flames, and murdering steel ! The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath, The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And, stretch'd beneath the' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate, Within my filial breast shall beat...
الصفحة 9 - 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 I No more of me you knew.
الصفحة 140 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...