The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 страница |
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... o'er the lee , Saw ye my father , Scornfu ' Nancy , Scroggam , 349 234 • 495 241 • 472 465 492 176 36 573 See the smoking bowl before us , 460 She's fair and fause , 344 She rose and let me in , 280 She says she lo'es me best of a ...
... o'er the lee , Saw ye my father , Scornfu ' Nancy , Scroggam , 349 234 • 495 241 • 472 465 492 176 36 573 See the smoking bowl before us , 460 She's fair and fause , 344 She rose and let me in , 280 She says she lo'es me best of a ...
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... o'er the welkin steals , 501 When John and me were married , 389 When she cam ben she bobbit , 453 When the sun gaes down , Where shall the lover rest , 595 219 Whistle and I'll come to you , my lad , 414 Whistle ower the lave o't ...
... o'er the welkin steals , 501 When John and me were married , 389 When she cam ben she bobbit , 453 When the sun gaes down , Where shall the lover rest , 595 219 Whistle and I'll come to you , my lad , 414 Whistle ower the lave o't ...
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... o'er muckle ; -mair delyte She'd given clad wi ' naething . We lean'd upon a flowery brae , By which a burnie trotted ; On her I glowr'd my soul away , While on her sweets I doated . A thousand beauties of desert Before had scarce alarm ...
... o'er muckle ; -mair delyte She'd given clad wi ' naething . We lean'd upon a flowery brae , By which a burnie trotted ; On her I glowr'd my soul away , While on her sweets I doated . A thousand beauties of desert Before had scarce alarm ...
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... o'er the moorland whistles shrill ; Wi ' wild , unequal , wandering step , I meet him on the dewy hill . And when the lark , ' tween light and dark , Blithe waukens by the daisy's side , And mounts and sings on fluttering wings , A woe ...
... o'er the moorland whistles shrill ; Wi ' wild , unequal , wandering step , I meet him on the dewy hill . And when the lark , ' tween light and dark , Blithe waukens by the daisy's side , And mounts and sings on fluttering wings , A woe ...
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... o'er us for a curse , And we have done wi ' thriving . A foreign Whiggish loon bought seeds , In Scottish yird to cover ; But we'll pu ' a ' his dibbled leeks , And pack him to Hanover . Our ancient crown's fa'n i ' the dust , Deil ...
... o'er us for a curse , And we have done wi ' thriving . A foreign Whiggish loon bought seeds , In Scottish yird to cover ; But we'll pu ' a ' his dibbled leeks , And pack him to Hanover . Our ancient crown's fa'n i ' the dust , Deil ...
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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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