Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... death trod on his heel ; Mean is the crest that stoops to fear , Nae sic may Duncan feel . Hark ! hark ! or was it but the wind , That through the ha ' did sing ; Hark ! hark ! agen , a warlike sound , The black woods round do ring ...
... death trod on his heel ; Mean is the crest that stoops to fear , Nae sic may Duncan feel . Hark ! hark ! or was it but the wind , That through the ha ' did sing ; Hark ! hark ! agen , a warlike sound , The black woods round do ring ...
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... the strength of youngest youth , In sic an eild had he . Nae pity was there in his breast , For war alane he loo'd ; His grey een spurkled at the sight , Of plunder , death , and bluid . What ! shall our hearts of steel , he said 79.
... the strength of youngest youth , In sic an eild had he . Nae pity was there in his breast , For war alane he loo'd ; His grey een spurkled at the sight , Of plunder , death , and bluid . What ! shall our hearts of steel , he said 79.
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... death - accustomed arms Shall silly tears prevail ? They gied a shout , their bows they tuik , They clash'd their steely swords ; Like the loud waves of Barra's shore , There was nae room for words . * * A cry the weeping Mary gied , O ...
... death - accustomed arms Shall silly tears prevail ? They gied a shout , their bows they tuik , They clash'd their steely swords ; Like the loud waves of Barra's shore , There was nae room for words . * * A cry the weeping Mary gied , O ...
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... Death clos'd her e'e . THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE . THE first half stanza is old , the rest is Ramsay's . The old words are— O this is no mine ain house , My ain house , my ain house ; This is no mine ain house , I ken by the biggin o't ...
... Death clos'd her e'e . THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE . THE first half stanza is old , the rest is Ramsay's . The old words are— O this is no mine ain house , My ain house , my ain house ; This is no mine ain house , I ken by the biggin o't ...
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... death in every shape appear , The wretched have no more to fear 2 But round my heart the ties are bound ; That heart transpierc'd with many a wound , These bleed afresh , those ties I tear , To leave the bonie banks of Ayr . Farewel ...
... death in every shape appear , The wretched have no more to fear 2 But round my heart the ties are bound ; That heart transpierc'd with many a wound , These bleed afresh , those ties I tear , To leave the bonie banks of Ayr . Farewel ...
Чести термини и фразе
amang auld lang syne baith ballad Blythe bonie lass bosom braes Burns CALIFORNIA LIBRARY canna cauld Child Maurice COCKPEN crookit horn cry'd dear dearie dinna e'er Edinburgh Ewie fair Findlay frae Fy let gallant gang gangrel grows bonnie wi gude gypsie laddie hame heart Highland Hughie Graham Jamie Johny Jolly Beggars kebars lady laird lassie Leader-Haughs Lord maun meikle merry mony morning Nansy ne'er never night O'er the moor old song owre poem Rob Roy ROBERT BURNS rue grows bonnie sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing snaw sodger laddie stanza sweet sword thee thou thro thyme Tibbie tune UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse warn Watty weel whare wife Willie wither'd Woo'd and married Yarrow ye'll ye're young
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