Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... 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. ...
... 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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Robert Hartley Cromek. I doubt na , lass , but ye may think , Because ye hae the name o ' clink , That ye can please ... lass , tak my advice , Your daddie's gear maks you sae nice , The deil a ane wad speir your price , Were ye as poor ...
Robert Hartley Cromek. I doubt na , lass , but ye may think , Because ye hae the name o ' clink , That ye can please ... lass , tak my advice , Your daddie's gear maks you sae nice , The deil a ane wad speir your price , Were ye as poor ...
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... lass , And tell me what they ca ' ye ? My name , she says , is Mistress Jean , And I follow the Collier laddie . See ye not yon hills and dales The sun shines on sae brawlie ! They a ' are mine and they shall be thine , Gin ye'll leave ...
... lass , And tell me what they ca ' ye ? My name , she says , is Mistress Jean , And I follow the Collier laddie . See ye not yon hills and dales The sun shines on sae brawlie ! They a ' are mine and they shall be thine , Gin ye'll leave ...
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... And blythe in Glenturit glen . By Oughtertyre grows the aik , On Yarrow banks , the birken shaw ; But Phemie was a bonnier lass , Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Blythe , & c . Her looks were like a flow'r in May , Her 12 YOUNG DAMON. ...
... And blythe in Glenturit glen . By Oughtertyre grows the aik , On Yarrow banks , the birken shaw ; But Phemie was a bonnier lass , Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Blythe , & c . Her looks were like a flow'r in May , Her 12 YOUNG DAMON. ...
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... But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trod the dewy green . Blythe , & c . ABSENCE . the THIS song and air are both by Dr. Blacklock ; song is in the manner of Shenstone . JOHNY FAA , OR THE GYPSIE LADDIE . THE people 13.
... But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trod the dewy green . Blythe , & c . ABSENCE . the THIS song and air are both by Dr. Blacklock ; song is in the manner of Shenstone . JOHNY FAA , OR THE GYPSIE LADDIE . THE people 13.
Чести термини и фразе
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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