The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 страница |
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... bonnie gray cock , And craw when it is day ; And your neck sall be like the bonnie beaten gowd , And your wings o ' the siller gray . Upwards of half a century elapses after the period of Cockelby's Sow , before any other traces of the ...
... bonnie gray cock , And craw when it is day ; And your neck sall be like the bonnie beaten gowd , And your wings o ' the siller gray . Upwards of half a century elapses after the period of Cockelby's Sow , before any other traces of the ...
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... bonnie lassie , " and the " Broom of the Cowden- knowes , " ( early set , ) are of the same era . The airs , called " The bonny broom , " " I'll never leave thee , " and " We'll all go pull the hadder , " are mentioned in the preface to ...
... bonnie lassie , " and the " Broom of the Cowden- knowes , " ( early set , ) are of the same era . The airs , called " The bonny broom , " " I'll never leave thee , " and " We'll all go pull the hadder , " are mentioned in the preface to ...
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... Bonnie Nanie ; Meggie , I must love thee ; Where Helen lays ; Strick upon a strogin ; Hallo even ; Happie man is he ; Woman's wark will never be done ; Jocke the laird's brother ; Bonie las- sie ; Jenny , I told you ; The gilliflower ...
... Bonnie Nanie ; Meggie , I must love thee ; Where Helen lays ; Strick upon a strogin ; Hallo even ; Happie man is he ; Woman's wark will never be done ; Jocke the laird's brother ; Bonie las- sie ; Jenny , I told you ; The gilliflower ...
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... Bonnie Chirsty , • 417 Bonnie Dundee , Bonnie Jean , · 448 533 Bonnie laddie , Highland laddie , 503 Bonnie Lady Ann , Bonnie Lesley , 443 353 Bonnie Mary Hay , 610 Bonnie wee thing , Bothwell Bank , 39 212 Bruce's Address , 406 By Jove ...
... Bonnie Chirsty , • 417 Bonnie Dundee , Bonnie Jean , · 448 533 Bonnie laddie , Highland laddie , 503 Bonnie Lady Ann , Bonnie Lesley , 443 353 Bonnie Mary Hay , 610 Bonnie wee thing , Bothwell Bank , 39 212 Bruce's Address , 406 By Jove ...
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... bonnie lassie , 609 Dirge of a Highland chief , 357 Does haughty Gaul invasion threat ? 506 Donald Caird , 56 Donald Couper , 542 Donald Macdonald , 162 Donald Macgillavry , 60 Donocht - head , 451 Doun the burn , Davie , 259 ...
... bonnie lassie , 609 Dirge of a Highland chief , 357 Does haughty Gaul invasion threat ? 506 Donald Caird , 56 Donald Couper , 542 Donald Macdonald , 162 Donald Macgillavry , 60 Donocht - head , 451 Doun the burn , Davie , 259 ...
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ain true love Allan Allan water Amang baith ballad baloo banks beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS canna cauld Charlie Complaynt of Scotland dance dear dearie Donald Macgillavry doun e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang Gilderoy glen green gude gudewife hame heart Herd's Collection Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jacobite Jamie Jenny Jock John Tod Johnnie king kiss laddie lady laird lass lo'e Lochaber lover Maggie maun merry mony muir nae mair nane ne'er never o'er ower padda Pinkie House puir Ramsay Rob Morris sang Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish song sing sweet Syne Tea-Table Miscellany thee There's thou tune TUNE-The verses wadna weel Whigs wife Willie wooer ye're yestreen young
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