The Scottish Songs, المجلد 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة ii
... live against the exertions of the High Court of Justiciary , or as the tribe of rats continues to exist notwithstanding the craft of the rat - catcher . Its ex- istence was altogether clandestine and desultory . It never appeared , so ...
... live against the exertions of the High Court of Justiciary , or as the tribe of rats continues to exist notwithstanding the craft of the rat - catcher . Its ex- istence was altogether clandestine and desultory . It never appeared , so ...
الصفحة 3
... live at a court , yet never to change ; A ' falsehood and flattery I do disdain , In my secret thoughts nae guile does remain . Probably paduasoy . Abbey - laird is a cant phrase for the unfortunate persons who are obliged to elude the ...
... live at a court , yet never to change ; A ' falsehood and flattery I do disdain , In my secret thoughts nae guile does remain . Probably paduasoy . Abbey - laird is a cant phrase for the unfortunate persons who are obliged to elude the ...
الصفحة 4
... live a ' the winter on beef and lang kail , And feast upon bannocks o ' barley meal . Gin Maggie should chance to bring me a son , He'll fight for his king , as his daddy has done ; He'll hie him to Flanders , some breeding to learn ...
... live a ' the winter on beef and lang kail , And feast upon bannocks o ' barley meal . Gin Maggie should chance to bring me a son , He'll fight for his king , as his daddy has done ; He'll hie him to Flanders , some breeding to learn ...
الصفحة 16
... live wi ' him a year ; Sae mair o ' Rob Morris I never will hear . * HEY FOR A LASS WI ' A TOCHER ! BURNS . TUNE - Ballinamona and Ora . Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms , The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms ; O ...
... live wi ' him a year ; Sae mair o ' Rob Morris I never will hear . * HEY FOR A LASS WI ' A TOCHER ! BURNS . TUNE - Ballinamona and Ora . Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms , The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms ; O ...
الصفحة 19
... live - lang day . At nicht , if beds be ower thrang laid , And thou be twined of thine , Thou shalt be welcome , my dear lad , To take a part of mine . AWA , WHIGS , AWA ! [ JACOBITE SONG . ] TUNE - Awa , Whigs , awa ! OUR thistles ...
... live - lang day . At nicht , if beds be ower thrang laid , And thou be twined of thine , Thou shalt be welcome , my dear lad , To take a part of mine . AWA , WHIGS , AWA ! [ JACOBITE SONG . ] TUNE - Awa , Whigs , awa ! OUR thistles ...
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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...