The Songs of Scotland, Ancient and Modern: With an Introduction and Notes, Historical and Critical, and Characters of the Lyric Poets, Том 3J. Taylor, 1825 |
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... I'll ne'er beguile thee I ha'e nae kith , I ha'e nae kin John Cameron Johnie Cope It's hame , and it's hame I lo'e nae a laddie but ane John of Badenyon 149 • 273 295 70 72 · 257 • 1 128 169 • • 171 · 172 267 329 29 68 137 · 152 163 ...
... I'll ne'er beguile thee I ha'e nae kith , I ha'e nae kin John Cameron Johnie Cope It's hame , and it's hame I lo'e nae a laddie but ane John of Badenyon 149 • 273 295 70 72 · 257 • 1 128 169 • • 171 · 172 267 329 29 68 137 · 152 163 ...
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... I'll shake my foot wi ' right good will , If you'll blaw up your chanter . Then to his bags he flew wi ' speed , About the drone he twisted ; Meg up and walloped o'er the green , For brawlie could she frisk it : Weel done , quoth he ...
... I'll shake my foot wi ' right good will , If you'll blaw up your chanter . Then to his bags he flew wi ' speed , About the drone he twisted ; Meg up and walloped o'er the green , For brawlie could she frisk it : Weel done , quoth he ...
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... I'll ne'er forget , till the day I die , The lass that made the bed to me . Burns found an old , lively , and unceremonious song , and adopting its narrative , and retaining many of the lines , and preserving something of the stamp and ...
... I'll ne'er forget , till the day I die , The lass that made the bed to me . Burns found an old , lively , and unceremonious song , and adopting its narrative , and retaining many of the lines , and preserving something of the stamp and ...
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... I'll never demand , Or black or fair , it makesna whether . I'm aff with wit , and beauty will fade , And blood alane is na worth a shilling ; But she that's rich , her market's made , For ilka charm about her is killing . Gi'e me a ...
... I'll never demand , Or black or fair , it makesna whether . I'm aff with wit , and beauty will fade , And blood alane is na worth a shilling ; But she that's rich , her market's made , For ilka charm about her is killing . Gi'e me a ...
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... I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er , And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more . The sweetness of the air and the beauty of the verses have rendered this one of the most popular of our Scottish songs . An earlier song ...
... I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er , And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more . The sweetness of the air and the beauty of the verses have rendered this one of the most popular of our Scottish songs . An earlier song ...
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aboon Allan Ramsay amang ancient auld baith beauty Bessy Bell bird birks blithe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes of Yarrow braw breast bride Burns busk canna cauld Charlie charms cheek cobite coming dance dear dearie dearie-o Derwentwater Donald Macgillavry Duke of Cumberland Dumbarton's drums e'er fair flowers frae gang Geordie grace green gude hame heard heart highland house of Stuart ilka Invermay Jacobite James Hogg Jamie Kenmure's king kiss laddie lady laird lass Lochaber Lord lover lyric maid maiden Mallie's maun merry mither morning mourn nae mair naething ne'er never Nithsdale o'er the moor old song Peggy poet Ramsay's says Scotland Scottish sigh sing smiles snishing sorrow sung sweet sword ta'en thee There's thou verses weel weep whigs wife Willie winna wish ye'r young youth
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Страница 290 - ... Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath, Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear, Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair...
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Страница 315 - Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove ' Thou messenger of spring ! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green Thy certain voice we hear : Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? VOL. III. Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
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Страница 43 - Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Страница 44 - Flows Yarrow sweet? As sweet, as sweet flows Tweed ; As green its grass, its gowan as yellow ; As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple from its rocks as mellow.