Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... to me . When Januar wind was blawing cauld , As to the North I took my way , The mirksome night did me enfauld , I knew na where to lodge till day . By my gude luck a maid I met , Just c 2 19 THE BONIE LASS MADE THE BED TO ME. ...
... to me . When Januar wind was blawing cauld , As to the North I took my way , The mirksome night did me enfauld , I knew na where to lodge till day . By my gude luck a maid I met , Just c 2 19 THE BONIE LASS MADE THE BED TO ME. ...
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... wind it blew high , and the ship it was a wrack ; The ship it was a wrack , why didna Jenny die , And why do I live to say , waes me ? My father argued sair , tho ' my mither didna speak , She look'd in my face till my heart was like to ...
... wind it blew high , and the ship it was a wrack ; The ship it was a wrack , why didna Jenny die , And why do I live to say , waes me ? My father argued sair , tho ' my mither didna speak , She look'd in my face till my heart was like to ...
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... wind did blaw , Willie ; The royal nit upon the tap Down to the ground did fa ' , Willie . Up and warn a ' , Willie , Warn , warn a ' ; Then second - sighted Sandy said , We'd do nae gude at a ' , Willie . But when the army join'd at ...
... wind did blaw , Willie ; The royal nit upon the tap Down to the ground did fa ' , Willie . Up and warn a ' , Willie , Warn , warn a ' ; Then second - sighted Sandy said , We'd do nae gude at a ' , Willie . But when the army join'd at ...
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... that stoops to fear , Nae sic may Duncan feel . Hark ! hark ! or was it but the wind , That through the ha ' did sing ; Hark ! hark ! agen , a warlike sound , The black woods round do ring . " Tis na for naught , bauld Duncan cry'd , 75.
... that stoops to fear , Nae sic may Duncan feel . Hark ! hark ! or was it but the wind , That through the ha ' did sing ; Hark ! hark ! agen , a warlike sound , The black woods round do ring . " Tis na for naught , bauld Duncan cry'd , 75.
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... wind : Syne up he started frae his seat , A thrang of spears behind . Haste , haste , my valiant hearts , he said , Anes mair to follow me ; We'll meet yon shouters by the burn , I guess wha they may be . But wha is he that speids fae ...
... wind : Syne up he started frae his seat , A thrang of spears behind . Haste , haste , my valiant hearts , he said , Anes mair to follow me ; We'll meet yon shouters by the burn , I guess wha they may be . But wha is he that speids fae ...
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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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