The Songs of Scotland Chronologically Arranged: With Introduction and NotesAlison & Ross, 1872 - 583 страница |
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... Willie's wedding on the green Auld gudeman , ye're a drucken carle Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon gleu Auld Rob the Laird o ' muckle land Awake my love ! with genial ray Awa ' Whigs awa ' ... ... Awa ' wi ' your witchcraft o ...
... Willie's wedding on the green Auld gudeman , ye're a drucken carle Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon gleu Auld Rob the Laird o ' muckle land Awake my love ! with genial ray Awa ' Whigs awa ' ... ... Awa ' wi ' your witchcraft o ...
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... Willie Here awa ' there awa ' wandering Willie Here's to the year that's awa ' Here's to the King , Sir ... ... He's a terrible man , John Tod , John Tod He's owre the hills ' that I lo'e weel Hersell be Highland shentleman Here's a ...
... Willie Here awa ' there awa ' wandering Willie Here's to the year that's awa ' Here's to the King , Sir ... ... He's a terrible man , John Tod , John Tod He's owre the hills ' that I lo'e weel Hersell be Highland shentleman Here's a ...
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... thy sire was a knight O , I had a wee bit mailin O Kenmure's on , and awa , Willie 830 : : : : : : : : ... ... 316 81 80 524 264 66 53 122 395 499 528 O ken ye Meg o ' Marley glen O lassie INDEX OF FIRST LINES . xiii.
... thy sire was a knight O , I had a wee bit mailin O Kenmure's on , and awa , Willie 830 : : : : : : : : ... ... 316 81 80 524 264 66 53 122 395 499 528 O ken ye Meg o ' Marley glen O lassie INDEX OF FIRST LINES . xiii.
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... Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut ... : O'er the mist shrouded clifts of the gray mountain straying On Cessnock banks there lives a lass On Ettrick banks ae simmer's night On Gallia's shore we sat and wept ... ... ... On the banks of the ...
... Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut ... : O'er the mist shrouded clifts of the gray mountain straying On Cessnock banks there lives a lass On Ettrick banks ae simmer's night On Gallia's shore we sat and wept ... ... ... On the banks of the ...
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... Willie was a wanton wag ... Willie Wastle dwelt on Tweed Willy's rare , and Willy's fair ... With broken words and downcast eyes With tuneful pipe and hearty glee With waefu ' heart and sorrowing e'e ... Ye banks and braes , and streams ...
... Willie was a wanton wag ... Willie Wastle dwelt on Tweed Willy's rare , and Willy's fair ... With broken words and downcast eyes With tuneful pipe and hearty glee With waefu ' heart and sorrowing e'e ... Ye banks and braes , and streams ...
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aboon ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld bairns baith bawbee blaw blythe bonnet bonnie lassie bosom braes braw canna cauld Charlie charms dear dinna Donald e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang gear Geordie gi'e glen green gude gudeman ha'e hame heart HERD'S COLLECTION Highland laddie hills ilka JAMES HOGG Jamie Jenny John Tod Johnnie Johnnie Cope king kiss lady laird lass lo'e luve Maggie Mary maun mither mony morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night o'er ower owre plaid Rob Roy Macgregor ROBERT BURNS ROBERT TANNAHILL sang Scotland Scottish siller sing smile song sweet syne tears thee There's thine thou wadna weel Whigs wife WILLIAM MOTHERWELL Willie winna Yarrow ye'll ye're yestreen young
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