Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 страница |
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... sweet warbling wood - lark , stay Here is the Glen , and here the Bower The day returns , my bofom burns O were I on Parnaffus Hill How lang and dreary is the night Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn O faw ye bonie Lesley ( First fett ) ...
... sweet warbling wood - lark , stay Here is the Glen , and here the Bower The day returns , my bofom burns O were I on Parnaffus Hill How lang and dreary is the night Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn O faw ye bonie Lesley ( First fett ) ...
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Robert Burns. She's fresh as the morning , the fairest in May , She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e . But oh , she's an heirefs ...
Robert Burns. She's fresh as the morning , the fairest in May , She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e . But oh , she's an heirefs ...
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... Sweet as yon hawthorn's bloffom , O ! happy , happy may he be , That's dearest to thy bofom : My purse is light , I've far to gang , And fain wad be thy lodger ; I've ferv'd my king and country lang , Take pity on a fodger . Sae ...
... Sweet as yon hawthorn's bloffom , O ! happy , happy may he be , That's dearest to thy bofom : My purse is light , I've far to gang , And fain wad be thy lodger ; I've ferv'd my king and country lang , Take pity on a fodger . Sae ...
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... SWEET WARBLING WOOD- LARK , STAY . Air . - LOCHERROCH SIDE . O STAY , fweet warbling wood - lark , ftay , Nor quit for me the trembling fpray , A hapless lover courts thy lay , Thy foothing fond complaining . Again , again that tender ...
... SWEET WARBLING WOOD- LARK , STAY . Air . - LOCHERROCH SIDE . O STAY , fweet warbling wood - lark , ftay , Nor quit for me the trembling fpray , A hapless lover courts thy lay , Thy foothing fond complaining . Again , again that tender ...
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... can I be but eerie . For oh , & c . How flow ye move , ye heavy hours , The joyless day , how dreary ; It was na fae ye glinted by When I was wi ' my dearie . For oh , & c . SWEET FA'S THE EVE ON CRAIGIE BUR N. Air . ( 14 )
... can I be but eerie . For oh , & c . How flow ye move , ye heavy hours , The joyless day , how dreary ; It was na fae ye glinted by When I was wi ' my dearie . For oh , & c . SWEET FA'S THE EVE ON CRAIGIE BUR N. Air . ( 14 )
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amang arms auld banks bear birds bloom blue blythe body bofom bonie braes breaſt charms CHORUS comes copies dear dearie e'en early fair fang Farewell fear fell fhall fing flowers Fortune frae fweet give Glaſgow glen green grows gude hame hand heart Here's Highland hill hour I'll ilka James John Kilmarnock king laddie laffie lafs land leave light live lo'es London look lover mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning ne'er never night o'er peace pleaſure poor pride round ſhall ſhe Street ſweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thro true wander weary weel wife wild Willie wilt wind winter woods wooing ye go young
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