The Songs of Scotland Chronologically Arranged: With Introduction and NotesAlison & Ross, 1872 - 583 страница |
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... poor shepherd's mournful fate Alake for the lassie , she's no right ava ' Alas my son you little know ... Allen - a - dale has no faggot for burning ... ... ... : PAGE . 433 265 59 170 136 162 452 : : : : : : ... : : ... : All joy was ...
... poor shepherd's mournful fate Alake for the lassie , she's no right ava ' Alas my son you little know ... Allen - a - dale has no faggot for burning ... ... ... : PAGE . 433 265 59 170 136 162 452 : : : : : : ... : : ... : All joy was ...
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... poor wandering Nelly Does haughty Gaul invasion threat Donald Caird's come again ... ... ... Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry Doon i ' the glen by the lowm o ' the trees Dorothy sits in the cauld ingle neuk Dumbarton's drums ...
... poor wandering Nelly Does haughty Gaul invasion threat Donald Caird's come again ... ... ... Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry Doon i ' the glen by the lowm o ' the trees Dorothy sits in the cauld ingle neuk Dumbarton's drums ...
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... poor , so that it would seem as if either the English harmonist had entirely spoiled the Scotish tune , or the Scotish piper had improved the English one . " 4 See page 1 of this collection . 5 This song we were reluctantly obliged to ...
... poor , so that it would seem as if either the English harmonist had entirely spoiled the Scotish tune , or the Scotish piper had improved the English one . " 4 See page 1 of this collection . 5 This song we were reluctantly obliged to ...
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... century and containing memoirs of many minor poets . We have to acknowledge our indebtedness to it for much information for the later part of our work our old Songs than to read these poor rhymes , INTRODUCTION . xlv.
... century and containing memoirs of many minor poets . We have to acknowledge our indebtedness to it for much information for the later part of our work our old Songs than to read these poor rhymes , INTRODUCTION . xlv.
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With Introduction and Notes. our old Songs than to read these poor rhymes , and yet for a long time they passed current in England , if not to a great ex- tent among the educated Scotchmen of their time as veritable Scotish productions ...
With Introduction and Notes. our old Songs than to read these poor rhymes , and yet for a long time they passed current in England , if not to a great ex- tent among the educated Scotchmen of their time as veritable Scotish productions ...
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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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Страница 388 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Страница 238 - 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?
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Страница 386 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Страница 209 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
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Страница 21 - I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne : He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To win or lose it all.
Страница 212 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Страница 387 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!