Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 страница |
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... tither morn 318 There grows a bonie brier bush in our kail - yard 320 Duncan Davifon 322 Cock up your beaver - 323 The weary pund o ' tow 324 The Captain's Lady 325 Young Jockey was the blytheft lad Page 326 Ay waukin ( xii )
... tither morn 318 There grows a bonie brier bush in our kail - yard 320 Duncan Davifon 322 Cock up your beaver - 323 The weary pund o ' tow 324 The Captain's Lady 325 Young Jockey was the blytheft lad Page 326 Ay waukin ( xii )
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... I only live to love thee . Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on , Beyond the fea , beyond the fun , ' Till my laft weary fand was run , ' Till then - and then I love thee . HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT . Air . ( 13 )
... I only live to love thee . Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on , Beyond the fea , beyond the fun , ' Till my laft weary fand was run , ' Till then - and then I love thee . HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT . Air . ( 13 )
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... weary . For oh , her lanely nights are lang ; And oh , her dreams are eerie ; And oh , her widow'd heart is fair , That's abfent frae her dearie . When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi ' thee , my dearie ; And now what feas ...
... weary . For oh , her lanely nights are lang ; And oh , her dreams are eerie ; And oh , her widow'd heart is fair , That's abfent frae her dearie . When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi ' thee , my dearie ; And now what feas ...
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... weary wight can please , And care his bofom wringing . Fain , fain , would I my griefs impart , Yet dare na for your anger ; But fecret love will break my heart , If I conceal it langer . If thou refuse to pity me , If thou shalt love ...
... weary wight can please , And care his bofom wringing . Fain , fain , would I my griefs impart , Yet dare na for your anger ; But fecret love will break my heart , If I conceal it langer . If thou refuse to pity me , If thou shalt love ...
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... weary fu ' of care ! Thou'lt break my heart , thou warbling bird , That wantons thro ' the flowery thorn : Thou mind'ft me of departed joys , Departed , never to return . Oft have I rov'd by bonie Doon , To fee the rofe and woodbine ...
... weary fu ' of care ! Thou'lt break my heart , thou warbling bird , That wantons thro ' the flowery thorn : Thou mind'ft me of departed joys , Departed , never to return . Oft have I rov'd by bonie Doon , To fee the rofe and woodbine ...
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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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