The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 страница |
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... lords ; it be- ing supposed that King Henry had engaged them to betray their country . " Such ballads and songs were made of them , " says Sir Ralph , " [ detailing ] how the English angels had corrupted them , as have not been heard ...
... lords ; it be- ing supposed that King Henry had engaged them to betray their country . " Such ballads and songs were made of them , " says Sir Ralph , " [ detailing ] how the English angels had corrupted them , as have not been heard ...
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... lord , I luif thy loir ; Mair wo dreit nevir woman one ; O langsum lyfe an thow war gone , Than sould I murne no moir . Cou thou me the raschis grene . " Colle to me the rysshes grene , " is the chorus of an old English song . Colle is ...
... lord , I luif thy loir ; Mair wo dreit nevir woman one ; O langsum lyfe an thow war gone , Than sould I murne no moir . Cou thou me the raschis grene . " Colle to me the rysshes grene , " is the chorus of an old English song . Colle is ...
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... Lord Hailes , in his " Ancient Scottish Poems from the Bannatyne Manuscript , " entitled " The Ab- bay walk . " The Abbey walk was by Robert Hen- rysone , [ a cadet of the ancient baronial family of Hen- derson of Fordel , in Fife , who ...
... Lord Hailes , in his " Ancient Scottish Poems from the Bannatyne Manuscript , " entitled " The Ab- bay walk . " The Abbey walk was by Robert Hen- rysone , [ a cadet of the ancient baronial family of Hen- derson of Fordel , in Fife , who ...
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... Lord Rotten sat at the head o ' the table , Because he was baith stout and able . Wha is't that sits next the wa ' , But Lady Mouse , baith jimp and sma ' ? What is't that sits next the bride , But the sola puddy wi ' his yellow side ...
... Lord Rotten sat at the head o ' the table , Because he was baith stout and able . Wha is't that sits next the wa ' , But Lady Mouse , baith jimp and sma ' ? What is't that sits next the bride , But the sola puddy wi ' his yellow side ...
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... Lord have a care o ' us ! ' says the lassie , wad I tak a filthy padda to my bosom , d'ye think ? ' - ' Ou , ay , ' quo ' the mother , just be ye doing your gudeman's bid- din , and tak him to your bosom . ' Sae the lassie did tak the ...
... Lord have a care o ' us ! ' says the lassie , wad I tak a filthy padda to my bosom , d'ye think ? ' - ' Ou , ay , ' quo ' the mother , just be ye doing your gudeman's bid- din , and tak him to your bosom . ' Sae the lassie did tak the ...
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