Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... Glen . . 181 Burns 103 . 258 • · The bonnie House o ' Airly The bonnie Rowan - bush The bonny Breast - knots The Braes of Yarrow The brisk young Lad The Bush aboon Traquair The captive Huntsman The Chevalier's Lament • • · Tea - Table ...
... Glen . . 181 Burns 103 . 258 • · The bonnie House o ' Airly The bonnie Rowan - bush The bonny Breast - knots The Braes of Yarrow The brisk young Lad The Bush aboon Traquair The captive Huntsman The Chevalier's Lament • • · Tea - Table ...
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... glen ; But now she cries dool and well - a - day ! Come doun the green gate , and come here away . When bonnie young Jamie cam ' ower the sea , He said he saw naething sae lovely as me ; He hecht me baith rings an ' mony braw things ...
... glen ; But now she cries dool and well - a - day ! Come doun the green gate , and come here away . When bonnie young Jamie cam ' ower the sea , He said he saw naething sae lovely as me ; He hecht me baith rings an ' mony braw things ...
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Charles Mackay. My cousin Kate was sair beguiled Wi ' Johnnie o ' the Glen ; And aye sinsyne she cries , Beware O ' fause deluding men ! But let them say , & c . Gleed Sandy he cam ' wast yestreen , And speir'd when I saw Pate ; And aye ...
Charles Mackay. My cousin Kate was sair beguiled Wi ' Johnnie o ' the Glen ; And aye sinsyne she cries , Beware O ' fause deluding men ! But let them say , & c . Gleed Sandy he cam ' wast yestreen , And speir'd when I saw Pate ; And aye ...
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... glen Where early life I sported ; I passed the mill and trysting thorn Where Nancy aft I courted ; Wha spied I but my ain dear maid , Down by her mother's dwelling ! — I turn'd me round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . Wi ...
... glen Where early life I sported ; I passed the mill and trysting thorn Where Nancy aft I courted ; Wha spied I but my ain dear maid , Down by her mother's dwelling ! — I turn'd me round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . Wi ...
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... glen at midnicht hour I'd rove and ne'er be eerie O , If through that glen I gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Although the night were ne'er sae wild , An ' I were ne'er sae wearie O , I'd meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind ...
... glen at midnicht hour I'd rove and ne'er be eerie O , If through that glen I gaed to thee , My ain kind dearie O. Although the night were ne'er sae wild , An ' I were ne'er sae wearie O , I'd meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain kind ...
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aboon ain countrie ain fireside ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld baith beautiful Behave yoursel birks of Aberfeldy blaw bloom blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom braw canna cauld charms dear dearie Delvin dinna doun e'en e'er fair Farewell flower frae Gala water gane gang gi'e gin ye green gude gudeman heart heather heaven Highland laddie Jamie Jeanie John Anderson kiss kye come hame Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes lover Maggie Mary maun melody mither mony nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns siller sing smile snaw stanza sung SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie winna Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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