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... Ye who never shed a tear , Care - untroubled , joy - surrounded , Gaudy day to
you is dear . Gentle night , do thou befriend me , Downy sleep the curtain draw ;
Spirits kind , again attend me , Talk of him that's far awa ! YOUNG DAMON .
... Ye who never shed a tear , Care - untroubled , joy - surrounded , Gaudy day to
you is dear . Gentle night , do thou befriend me , Downy sleep the curtain draw ;
Spirits kind , again attend me , Talk of him that's far awa ! YOUNG DAMON .
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An syne to hae't reeld by a chielie , That's everly crying to draw ? " Wood and
married , & c . sae Her mither said till her_ " Hech ! lassie , He's wisest I fear o '
the twa ; There'll be little to put in the tassie , Gif ye be backward to draw ; For now
ye ...
An syne to hae't reeld by a chielie , That's everly crying to draw ? " Wood and
married , & c . sae Her mither said till her_ " Hech ! lassie , He's wisest I fear o '
the twa ; There'll be little to put in the tassie , Gif ye be backward to draw ; For now
ye ...
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Can then my uncle draw his sword , My husband's breast to bleed ? Or can my
sweet Lord do to him Sic foul and ruthless deed ? Bethink you , uncle , of the time
, My gray - hair'd father died , Frae whar your shrill horn shuck the wood , He sent
...
Can then my uncle draw his sword , My husband's breast to bleed ? Or can my
sweet Lord do to him Sic foul and ruthless deed ? Bethink you , uncle , of the time
, My gray - hair'd father died , Frae whar your shrill horn shuck the wood , He sent
...
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Wi ' cauk and keel I'll win your bread , And spindles and whorles for them wha
need , Whilk is a gentle trade indeed , To carry the Gaberlunzie - O . I'll bow my
leg , and crook my knee , And draw a black clout o'er my eye , A cripple or blind
they ...
Wi ' cauk and keel I'll win your bread , And spindles and whorles for them wha
need , Whilk is a gentle trade indeed , To carry the Gaberlunzie - O . I'll bow my
leg , and crook my knee , And draw a black clout o'er my eye , A cripple or blind
they ...
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I am a bard , of no regard Wi ' gentle - folks , an ' a ' that ; But Homer - like , the
glowran - byke , Frue town to town I draw that . The glowran - byke . Byke is a
term applied to a swarm of bees . Here it means a multitude of people , whom the
bard ...
I am a bard , of no regard Wi ' gentle - folks , an ' a ' that ; But Homer - like , the
glowran - byke , Frue town to town I draw that . The glowran - byke . Byke is a
term applied to a swarm of bees . Here it means a multitude of people , whom the
bard ...
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| Наслов | Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2 Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Robert Hartley Cromek |
| Аутор | Robert Hartley Cromek |
| Уредник | Robert Hartley Cromek |
| Издавач | T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Калифорније |
| Дигитализовано | 8 дец 2007 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |