Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... friends , what sight is this ? O , stap your rage ! she cry'd , Whar love with honey'd lips should be , Mak not a breach so wide . Can then my uncle draw his sword , My husband's breast to bleed ? Or can my sweet Lord do to him Sic foul ...
... friends , what sight is this ? O , stap your rage ! she cry'd , Whar love with honey'd lips should be , Mak not a breach so wide . Can then my uncle draw his sword , My husband's breast to bleed ? Or can my sweet Lord do to him Sic foul ...
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... friends , We shall na fa ' alane ; Some honest hand shall write our deeds Upon the tallest stane . " - " Haste , Kenneth , haste ; for in the field The fire - ey'd Walter rides ; His men , that come sae thrang wi ' haste , For slaw ...
... friends , We shall na fa ' alane ; Some honest hand shall write our deeds Upon the tallest stane . " - " Haste , Kenneth , haste ; for in the field The fire - ey'd Walter rides ; His men , that come sae thrang wi ' haste , For slaw ...
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... friends , If Kenneth's see him mair . * * * * * Multa desunt . Fair Margaret wi ' her maidens sat Within the painted wa ' ; She started at ilk breath of wind That whistled through the ha ' . " Wha was't that gi'd yon cry below ? - Say ...
... friends , If Kenneth's see him mair . * * * * * Multa desunt . Fair Margaret wi ' her maidens sat Within the painted wa ' ; She started at ilk breath of wind That whistled through the ha ' . " Wha was't that gi'd yon cry below ? - Say ...
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... tender tribute to the me- mory of a departed Friend . " To Riddell , much lamented man ! This ivied cot was dear ; Wanderer , dost value matchless worth ? This ivied cot revere ! " How While day and night can bring delight , Or nature 92.
... tender tribute to the me- mory of a departed Friend . " To Riddell , much lamented man ! This ivied cot was dear ; Wanderer , dost value matchless worth ? This ivied cot revere ! " How While day and night can bring delight , Or nature 92.
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... FRIEND TO EXPLORE . THE song is by Dr. Blacklock ; I believe , but am not quite certain , that the air is his too . DONALD AND FLORA . THIS is one of those fine Gaelic tunes , preserved from time immemorial in the Hebrides ; they seem ...
... FRIEND TO EXPLORE . THE song is by Dr. Blacklock ; I believe , but am not quite certain , that the air is his too . DONALD AND FLORA . THIS is one of those fine Gaelic tunes , preserved from time immemorial in the Hebrides ; they seem ...
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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