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She made the bed baith large and wide , Wi ' twa white hands she spread it down
; She put the cup to her rosy lips , And drank “ Young man now sleep ye sound . ”
She snatch'd the candle in her hand , And frae my chamber went wi ' speed ...
She made the bed baith large and wide , Wi ' twa white hands she spread it down
; She put the cup to her rosy lips , And drank “ Young man now sleep ye sound . ”
She snatch'd the candle in her hand , And frae my chamber went wi ' speed ...
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... Our hearts together grew ; Like twa sweet roses on ae stak , Frae hate to love
they flew . He stampt his foot upo ' the ground , And thus in wrath did say , God
strike my saul , if frae this field , We baith in life shall gae ! He wav'd his hand : the
...
... Our hearts together grew ; Like twa sweet roses on ae stak , Frae hate to love
they flew . He stampt his foot upo ' the ground , And thus in wrath did say , God
strike my saul , if frae this field , We baith in life shall gae ! He wav'd his hand : the
...
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The spear he meant at faes to fling , Stood fix'd within his hand ; His lips half open
, cou'dna speak , His life was at a stand . Sae the black stump of some auld aik ,
With arms in triumph dight , Seems to the traveller like a man , * * VOL . II .
The spear he meant at faes to fling , Stood fix'd within his hand ; His lips half open
, cou'dna speak , His life was at a stand . Sae the black stump of some auld aik ,
With arms in triumph dight , Seems to the traveller like a man , * * VOL . II .
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And they have tied him hand and foot , And led him up , thro ' Stirling town ; The
lads and lasses met him there , Cried , Hughie Graham thou'rt a loun . O lowse
my right hand free , he says , And put my braid sword in the same ; He's no in ...
And they have tied him hand and foot , And led him up , thro ' Stirling town ; The
lads and lasses met him there , Cried , Hughie Graham thou'rt a loun . O lowse
my right hand free , he says , And put my braid sword in the same ; He's no in ...
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Then straight he makes fifty , the pick o ' his band , ( Hey , and the rue grows
bonnie wi ' thyme ) Turn out on her gaurd in the clap of a hand ; And the thyme it
is wither'd , and the rue is in prime . The carlin gaed thro ' them like ony wude
bear ...
Then straight he makes fifty , the pick o ' his band , ( Hey , and the rue grows
bonnie wi ' thyme ) Turn out on her gaurd in the clap of a hand ; And the thyme it
is wither'd , and the rue is in prime . The carlin gaed thro ' them like ony wude
bear ...
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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 |