Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... , But trowth , I care na by . Yestreen I met you on the moor , Ye spak na , but gaed by like stoure ; Ye geck at me because I'm poor , But feint a hair care I. Tibbie , I hae , & c . I doubt na , lass , but ye may think NANCY'S GHOST. ...
... , But trowth , I care na by . Yestreen I met you on the moor , Ye spak na , but gaed by like stoure ; Ye geck at me because I'm poor , But feint a hair care I. Tibbie , I hae , & c . I doubt na , lass , but ye may think NANCY'S GHOST. ...
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... kiss , I pat my arms about her neck . sound . " Haud aff your hands , young man , she says , And dinna sae uncivil be : Gif ye hae ony luve for me , O wrang nae my virginitie ! * A pillow . Her hair was like the links o ' gowd , 20.
... kiss , I pat my arms about her neck . sound . " Haud aff your hands , young man , she says , And dinna sae uncivil be : Gif ye hae ony luve for me , O wrang nae my virginitie ! * A pillow . Her hair was like the links o ' gowd , 20.
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Robert Hartley Cromek. Her hair was like the links o ' gowd , Her teeth were like the ivorie ; Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine , The lass that made the bed to me . Her bosom was the driven snaw , Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see ...
Robert Hartley Cromek. Her hair was like the links o ' gowd , Her teeth were like the ivorie ; Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine , The lass that made the bed to me . Her bosom was the driven snaw , Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see ...
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... let us all to the bridal , For there will be lilting there ; For Jockie's to be marry'd to Maggie , The lass wi ' the gauden hair . " Sou- And there will be lang - kail and pottage , D 2 35 body, he beats time to the music, till ...
... let us all to the bridal , For there will be lilting there ; For Jockie's to be marry'd to Maggie , The lass wi ' the gauden hair . " Sou- And there will be lang - kail and pottage , D 2 35 body, he beats time to the music, till ...
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... hair . And there will be Sandie the sutor , And Will ' with the meikle mow ; And there will be Tam the bluter , ' With Andrew the tinkler , I trow . And there will be bow - legged Robbie , With thumbless Katie's goodman ; And there will ...
... hair . And there will be Sandie the sutor , And Will ' with the meikle mow ; And there will be Tam the bluter , ' With Andrew the tinkler , I trow . And there will be bow - legged Robbie , With thumbless Katie's goodman ; And there will ...
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amang auld lang syne baith ballad Blythe bonie lass bosom braes Burns CALIFORNIA LIBRARY canna cauld Child Maurice COCKPEN crookit horn cry'd dear dearie dinna e'er Edinburgh Ewie fair Findlay frae Fy let gallant gang gangrel grows bonnie wi gude gypsie laddie hame heart Highland Hughie Graham Jamie Johny Jolly Beggars kebars lady laird lassie Leader-Haughs Lord maun meikle merry mony morning Nansy ne'er never night O'er the moor old song owre poem Rob Roy ROBERT BURNS rue grows bonnie sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing snaw sodger laddie stanza sweet sword thee thou thro thyme Tibbie tune UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse warn Watty weel whare wife Willie wither'd Woo'd and married Yarrow ye'll ye're young
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