Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... sword , That your lord shall nae mair come near ye . " I'll go to bed to my Johny Faa , And I'll go to bed to my deary ; For I vow and swear by what past yestreén , That lord shall nae mair come near me . " my " I'll mak a hap to my ...
... sword , That your lord shall nae mair come near ye . " I'll go to bed to my Johny Faa , And I'll go to bed to my deary ; For I vow and swear by what past yestreén , That lord shall nae mair come near me . " my " I'll mak a hap to my ...
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... swords gart Fame proclaim us men , Lang ere this ruefu ' day . The rose I pluckt o ' right is mine , Our hearts together grew , Like twa sweet roses on ae stak , Frae hate to love she flew . Swift as a winged shaft he sped ; Bald Duncan ...
... swords gart Fame proclaim us men , Lang ere this ruefu ' day . The rose I pluckt o ' right is mine , Our hearts together grew , Like twa sweet roses on ae stak , Frae hate to love she flew . Swift as a winged shaft he sped ; Bald Duncan ...
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... 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 for you with speed ...
... 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 for you with speed ...
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... swords ; Like the loud waves of Barra's shore , There was nae room for words . * * A cry the weeping Mary gied , O uncle hear my prayer ; Heidna that man of bluidy look.— She had na time for mair . For in the midst anon there came , A ...
... swords ; Like the loud waves of Barra's shore , There was nae room for words . * * A cry the weeping Mary gied , O uncle hear my prayer ; Heidna that man of bluidy look.— She had na time for mair . For in the midst anon there came , A ...
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... swords they draw ; Their swords that shall nae glitter lang , Till Kenneth's pride shall fa ' . The black Dog youl'd ; he saw the sight Nae man but I could see ; High * on fair Margret's breast her sheet , And 82.
... swords they draw ; Their swords that shall nae glitter lang , Till Kenneth's pride shall fa ' . The black Dog youl'd ; he saw the sight Nae man but I could see ; High * on fair Margret's breast her sheet , And 82.
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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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