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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... grace about our old songs which modern verse - makers cannot reach . Do- mestic infelicity was a favourite theme with our ances- tors , and much mirth was infused into song by the witty wickedness of young wives . THERE WENT A FAIR MAID ...
... grace about our old songs which modern verse - makers cannot reach . Do- mestic infelicity was a favourite theme with our ances- tors , and much mirth was infused into song by the witty wickedness of young wives . THERE WENT A FAIR MAID ...
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... drama , that a collection would be reckoned incomplete without them . They echo , and echo faintly , the preceding text ; and they have little of the readiness of language and alacrity of humour , and lyric grace SCOTTISH SONGS . 55.
... drama , that a collection would be reckoned incomplete without them . They echo , and echo faintly , the preceding text ; and they have little of the readiness of language and alacrity of humour , and lyric grace SCOTTISH SONGS . 55.
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... grace of composition , which distinguish many of Allan's songs . " My Peggy is a young thing " is partly founded on an old song which commences thus Will ye ca ' in by our town As ye come frae the fauld . If the wit and the humour of ...
... grace of composition , which distinguish many of Allan's songs . " My Peggy is a young thing " is partly founded on an old song which commences thus Will ye ca ' in by our town As ye come frae the fauld . If the wit and the humour of ...
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... grace she can command ; Her lips , O wow ! they're dainty . And Mary's locks are like a craw , Her een like diamonds ' glances ; She's aye sae clean , redd up , and braw , She kills whene'er she dances : Blyth as a kid , with wit at ...
... grace she can command ; Her lips , O wow ! they're dainty . And Mary's locks are like a craw , Her een like diamonds ' glances ; She's aye sae clean , redd up , and braw , She kills whene'er she dances : Blyth as a kid , with wit at ...
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... grace , In her my love shall center . Sooner the seas shall cease to flow , Their waves the Alps shall cover , On Greenland ice shall roses grow , Before I cease to love her . The next time I go o'er the moor , She shall a lover find me ...
... grace , In her my love shall center . Sooner the seas shall cease to flow , Their waves the Alps shall cover , On Greenland ice shall roses grow , Before I cease to love her . The next time I go o'er the moor , She shall a lover find me ...
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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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