The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Том 11816 |
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... wild of all the ancient bar- barians , and among the most desolate of all the modern A. mericans . Nature asserts her rights in every country , and in every age . Ancient historians mention the verses and hymns of the Germans , at the ...
... wild of all the ancient bar- barians , and among the most desolate of all the modern A. mericans . Nature asserts her rights in every country , and in every age . Ancient historians mention the verses and hymns of the Germans , at the ...
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... wild flowers , A - list'ning the linnet , aft wanders my Jean . Tho ' rich is the breeze , in their gay sunny valleys , And cauld , Caledonia's blast on the wave ; Their sweet - scented woodlands , that skirt the proud palace , What are ...
... wild flowers , A - list'ning the linnet , aft wanders my Jean . Tho ' rich is the breeze , in their gay sunny valleys , And cauld , Caledonia's blast on the wave ; Their sweet - scented woodlands , that skirt the proud palace , What are ...
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... wild flow'rs a ' for thee , My only jo and dearie , O. I hae a wish I canna tine , ' Mang a ' the cares that grieve me , 0 ; the Works of BURNS , supposed that the Bard , when he wrote this Song , had that portion of his countrymen in ...
... wild flow'rs a ' for thee , My only jo and dearie , O. I hae a wish I canna tine , ' Mang a ' the cares that grieve me , 0 ; the Works of BURNS , supposed that the Bard , when he wrote this Song , had that portion of his countrymen in ...
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... wild distant shore , Where the winds howl to the waves ' dashing roar ; There would I weep my woes , There seek my lost repose , Till grief my eyes should close , Ne'er to wake more . Falsest of womankind , canst thou declare All thy ...
... wild distant shore , Where the winds howl to the waves ' dashing roar ; There would I weep my woes , There seek my lost repose , Till grief my eyes should close , Ne'er to wake more . Falsest of womankind , canst thou declare All thy ...
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... wild flow'rs he pou'd , To busk my bosom braw ; Sweet , sweet he talk'd , and aft he vow'd , But now he's far awa ... wild - blooming flow'rs , On the green shady banks of the smooth - winding Tay . Wild are the glens that surround the ...
... wild flow'rs he pou'd , To busk my bosom braw ; Sweet , sweet he talk'd , and aft he vow'd , But now he's far awa ... wild - blooming flow'rs , On the green shady banks of the smooth - winding Tay . Wild are the glens that surround the ...
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aboon alang amang auld langsyne auld Robin Gray baith banks bannocks Bard barley bree beautiful birken Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw bloom blythe bonnie lassie bosom braw breast BURNS busk Caledonia canna cantie cauld charms coggie dear dearie e'en e'er fair Farewell flowers frae friends gang glen green gude hame happy heart Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie Jean Jockie John Anderson Johnnie kiss laird lass lo'ed Logan braes loo'd lover Maggie maid Mary maun mind monie morning muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre plaid pleasure ROBERT TANNAHILL Roslin Castle sang scenes Scottish simmer sing smile snaw song tear thee There's thou thro TUNE verses wander weel Whan whare wild wind winna wooing young young Jessie
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