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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... eyes glancing - o . The pipes come with their gladsome note— And then wi ' dool and dumpie - o ; But the lightest tune to a maiden's foot Is the gallant tune of Stumpie - o . The gossip cup , the gossip cup , The kimmer clash and caudle ...
... eyes glancing - o . The pipes come with their gladsome note— And then wi ' dool and dumpie - o ; But the lightest tune to a maiden's foot Is the gallant tune of Stumpie - o . The gossip cup , the gossip cup , The kimmer clash and caudle ...
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... Comes trinkling down thy swan - white neck ; And thy two eyes , like stars in skies , Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck . The name of Burns accompanies this song in the Museum SCOTTISH SONGS . 25 Mallie's meek, Mallie's sweet.
... Comes trinkling down thy swan - white neck ; And thy two eyes , like stars in skies , Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck . The name of Burns accompanies this song in the Museum SCOTTISH SONGS . 25 Mallie's meek, Mallie's sweet.
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... eye has glances brighter ; Nae foot's mair gladsome in the dance , - I wish her hand were lighter ! And aye my And sair my wife she dang me , wife did wrang me : O if ye gie a woman her will , Gude faith , she'll soon o'ergang ye ...
... eye has glances brighter ; Nae foot's mair gladsome in the dance , - I wish her hand were lighter ! And aye my And sair my wife she dang me , wife did wrang me : O if ye gie a woman her will , Gude faith , she'll soon o'ergang ye ...
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... eye ; Blyth Davie's blinks her heart did move To speak her mind thus free , Gang down the burn , Davie , love , And I will follow thee . Now Davie did each lad surpass , That dwelt on this burn - side , And Mary was the bonniest lass ...
... eye ; Blyth Davie's blinks her heart did move To speak her mind thus free , Gang down the burn , Davie , love , And I will follow thee . Now Davie did each lad surpass , That dwelt on this burn - side , And Mary was the bonniest lass ...
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... all beneath the skies , Ev'n kings when she was nigh me ; In raptures I beheld her eyes , Which could but ill deny me . Shou'd I be call'd where cannons roar , Where mortal SCOTTISH SONGS . 63 The last time I came o'er the moor.
... all beneath the skies , Ev'n kings when she was nigh me ; In raptures I beheld her eyes , Which could but ill deny me . Shou'd I be call'd where cannons roar , Where mortal SCOTTISH SONGS . 63 The last time I came o'er the moor.
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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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