Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 страница |
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... declaring ; Trembling , I dow nought but glowr , Sighing , dumb , despairing ! If the winna eafe the throes , In my bosom swelling ; Underneath the graff - green fod , Soon maun be my dwelling . G AND O FOR ANE AND TWENTY , TAM . Air ( 49 )
... declaring ; Trembling , I dow nought but glowr , Sighing , dumb , despairing ! If the winna eafe the throes , In my bosom swelling ; Underneath the graff - green fod , Soon maun be my dwelling . G AND O FOR ANE AND TWENTY , TAM . Air ( 49 )
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... 'd my foes , So Peggy ne'er I'd known ! The wretch whafe doom is " hope nae mair , " What tongue his woes can tell ; Within whase bosom fave Despair Nae kinder fpirits dwell . L HAD I A CAVE ON SOME WILD H DISTANT SHORE ( 81 )
... 'd my foes , So Peggy ne'er I'd known ! The wretch whafe doom is " hope nae mair , " What tongue his woes can tell ; Within whase bosom fave Despair Nae kinder fpirits dwell . L HAD I A CAVE ON SOME WILD H DISTANT SHORE ( 81 )
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... bosom strain The bonie lafs o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the flipp'ry steep ; Where fame and honours lofty shine ; And thirst of gold might tempt the deep , Or downward feek the Indian mine ; Give me the cot below the pine ...
... bosom strain The bonie lafs o ' Ballochmyle . Then pride might climb the flipp'ry steep ; Where fame and honours lofty shine ; And thirst of gold might tempt the deep , Or downward feek the Indian mine ; Give me the cot below the pine ...
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... bosom of the stream The moon - beam dwells at dewy e'en ; So trembling , pure , was tender love Within the breaft of bonie Jean . And now the works her mammie's wark , And ay fhe fighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wift na what her ail might ...
... bosom of the stream The moon - beam dwells at dewy e'en ; So trembling , pure , was tender love Within the breaft of bonie Jean . And now the works her mammie's wark , And ay fhe fighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wift na what her ail might ...
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... bosom straw'd fo , And love faid , laughing in her looks , Come kiss me at your leisure . With linked hands we took the fands , Down by yon winding river ; Oh that happy hour , and fhady bow'r , Can I forget it ? —Never . The conscious ...
... bosom straw'd fo , And love faid , laughing in her looks , Come kiss me at your leisure . With linked hands we took the fands , Down by yon winding river ; Oh that happy hour , and fhady bow'r , Can I forget it ? —Never . The conscious ...
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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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Страница 38 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Страница 69 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha s>ae 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'?
Страница 31 - Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to — France for me ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
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Страница 397 - I AM a son of Mars, Who have been in many wars, And show my cuts and scars Wherever I come ; This here was for a wench, And that other in a trench, When welcoming the French At the sound of the drum.