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... danced ; Bright to the moon their various dresses glanced : They footed o'er the watery glass so neat , The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet ; While arts of minstrelsy among them rung , And soul - ennobling bards heroic ditties ...
... danced ; Bright to the moon their various dresses glanced : They footed o'er the watery glass so neat , The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet ; While arts of minstrelsy among them rung , And soul - ennobling bards heroic ditties ...
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... danced my fill ! I'd better gaen and sair't the king , At Bunker's Hill . ' Twas ae night lately , in my fun , I gaed a roving wi ' the gun , 1 Stories and tricks . 2 Pulls it . 3 Injuring . 4 Dare . 5 Served . The allusion here is to ...
... danced my fill ! I'd better gaen and sair't the king , At Bunker's Hill . ' Twas ae night lately , in my fun , I gaed a roving wi ' the gun , 1 Stories and tricks . 2 Pulls it . 3 Injuring . 4 Dare . 5 Served . The allusion here is to ...
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... danced it round , Below the gallows - tree . Oh ! what is death but parting breath ? — On mony a bloody plain I've dared his face , and in this place I scorn him yet again ! Untie these bands from off my hands , And bring to me my sword ...
... danced it round , Below the gallows - tree . Oh ! what is death but parting breath ? — On mony a bloody plain I've dared his face , and in this place I scorn him yet again ! Untie these bands from off my hands , And bring to me my sword ...
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... danced the lee - lang day , Till piper lads were wae and weary ; But Charlie gat the spring to pay , For kissin ' Theniel's bonny Mary . WEARY FA ' YOU , DUNCAN GRAY . Tune- " Duncan Gray . " THIS first version of an old song was ...
... danced the lee - lang day , Till piper lads were wae and weary ; But Charlie gat the spring to pay , For kissin ' Theniel's bonny Mary . WEARY FA ' YOU , DUNCAN GRAY . Tune- " Duncan Gray . " THIS first version of an old song was ...
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... danced he in the ha ' . He roosed my een , sae bonny blue , He roosed my waist sae genty sma ' , And aye my heart came to my mou ' When ne'er a body heard or saw . My Jockey toils upon the plain , Through wind and weet , through frost ...
... danced he in the ha ' . He roosed my een , sae bonny blue , He roosed my waist sae genty sma ' , And aye my heart came to my mou ' When ne'er a body heard or saw . My Jockey toils upon the plain , Through wind and weet , through frost ...
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Страница 399 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Страница 432 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Страница 177 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow-fall in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time nor tide : The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Страница 472 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Страница 34 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Страница 364 - MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Страница 428 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Страница 89 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has...
Страница 255 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Страница 176 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The Souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...