The Scottish Songs, المجلد 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة x
... sweet , and so truly delightful to the hearers , that he seemed to be born a second Orpheus , or , as it were , the prince and prelate of all harpers . " John Major , writing about twenty or thirty years af- ter the death of King James ...
... sweet , and so truly delightful to the hearers , that he seemed to be born a second Orpheus , or , as it were , the prince and prelate of all harpers . " John Major , writing about twenty or thirty years af- ter the death of King James ...
الصفحة xl
... Sweet Willie ; Bonny roaring Wil- lie ; Tweedside ; When she cam ben she bobbit ; Foul fa ' my eyes ; When the bride cam ben she becked ; The collyer's daughter ; Foull tak the wars ; The milkeine pail ; and The bonie brookit lassie ...
... Sweet Willie ; Bonny roaring Wil- lie ; Tweedside ; When she cam ben she bobbit ; Foul fa ' my eyes ; When the bride cam ben she becked ; The collyer's daughter ; Foull tak the wars ; The milkeine pail ; and The bonie brookit lassie ...
الصفحة li
... sweet Betty ; The bonny grey- eyed morning ; Logan Water ; Chami ma chattle , na duce skar me ; My apron , deary ; I fixed my fancy on her ; I loo'ed a bonny lady ; Mary Scott ; Green Sleeves ; Bonny Jean ; The Lass of Livingstone ...
... sweet Betty ; The bonny grey- eyed morning ; Logan Water ; Chami ma chattle , na duce skar me ; My apron , deary ; I fixed my fancy on her ; I loo'ed a bonny lady ; Mary Scott ; Green Sleeves ; Bonny Jean ; The Lass of Livingstone ...
الصفحة lviii
... sweet Betty ; Haud awa ' frae me , Donald ( second set ) ; Old King Coul ; O ! an ye war deid , gudeman ; Maggie Lauder ; Symon Brodie ; Bide ye yet ; Oh ! gin my love were yon red rose ; Jenny's Bawbee ; with many others of inferior ...
... sweet Betty ; Haud awa ' frae me , Donald ( second set ) ; Old King Coul ; O ! an ye war deid , gudeman ; Maggie Lauder ; Symon Brodie ; Bide ye yet ; Oh ! gin my love were yon red rose ; Jenny's Bawbee ; with many others of inferior ...
الصفحة lxviii
... sweet Betty , Blue bonnets over the Border , Blythe , blythe , and merry are we , Blythe hae I been on yon hill , Blythe was she , Boatman haste , PAGE 523 120 237 · 610 30 30 209 507 • 440 · 411 • 379 · 436 229 · 25 30 252 Bonnie ...
... sweet Betty , Blue bonnets over the Border , Blythe , blythe , and merry are we , Blythe hae I been on yon hill , Blythe was she , Boatman haste , PAGE 523 120 237 · 610 30 30 209 507 • 440 · 411 • 379 · 436 229 · 25 30 252 Bonnie ...
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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...