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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... sword at his knee ; But toom came the saddle , All bloody to see , And hame came his steed , But hame never came he . Down came his grey father , Sobbing fu ' sair ; Down came his auld mother , Tearing her hair . Down came his sweet ...
... sword at his knee ; But toom came the saddle , All bloody to see , And hame came his steed , But hame never came he . Down came his grey father , Sobbing fu ' sair ; Down came his auld mother , Tearing her hair . Down came his sweet ...
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... sword Where nae sword should be : What's this now , gudewife , And what's this I see ? O how came this sword here Without the leave o ' me ? A sword ! quo ' she , -aye , a sword ! quo ' he . Shame fa ' yere cuckold face , And waur may ...
... sword Where nae sword should be : What's this now , gudewife , And what's this I see ? O how came this sword here Without the leave o ' me ? A sword ! quo ' she , -aye , a sword ! quo ' he . Shame fa ' yere cuckold face , And waur may ...
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... sword , in the cause of the house of Stuart . Many of them served as common soldiers , and were slain in the wars of aliens in Spain and on the Rhine , while others followed the miserable fortunes of their master , and perished by a ...
... sword , in the cause of the house of Stuart . Many of them served as common soldiers , and were slain in the wars of aliens in Spain and on the Rhine , while others followed the miserable fortunes of their master , and perished by a ...
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... sword , Or frae my side whisk out a whinger ? The mountains clad in purple bloom , And berries ripe , invite my treasure To range with me— -let great folk gloom , While wealth and pride confound their pleasure . The " Highland Lassie ...
... sword , Or frae my side whisk out a whinger ? The mountains clad in purple bloom , And berries ripe , invite my treasure To range with me— -let great folk gloom , While wealth and pride confound their pleasure . The " Highland Lassie ...
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... swords are metal true , And that their foes shall ken . They'll live and die wi ' fame , Willie , They'll live and die wi ' fame ; And soon wi ' sound of victory May Kenmure's lads come hame . Here's Kenmure's health in wine , Willie ...
... swords are metal true , And that their foes shall ken . They'll live and die wi ' fame , Willie , They'll live and die wi ' fame ; And soon wi ' sound of victory May Kenmure's lads come hame . Here's Kenmure's health in wine , Willie ...
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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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