Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... head that one of these jeu d'esprits is a forgery . This fine ballad is even a more palpable imitation than Hardiknute . The manners indeed are old , but the language is of yesterday . Its author must very soon be discovered . * I've ...
... head that one of these jeu d'esprits is a forgery . This fine ballad is even a more palpable imitation than Hardiknute . The manners indeed are old , but the language is of yesterday . Its author must very soon be discovered . * I've ...
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... heads The shafts for anger flew . " Sae ever shute Lord Kenneth's faes , " The valiant William said ; Wi ' this I war nae wi ' the wind , " And drew his glittering blade . Below the arrows ' arch they rush'd Wi ' mony 87.
... heads The shafts for anger flew . " Sae ever shute Lord Kenneth's faes , " The valiant William said ; Wi ' this I war nae wi ' the wind , " And drew his glittering blade . Below the arrows ' arch they rush'd Wi ' mony 87.
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... head , and sair she sigh'd , And cald 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 ...
... head , and sair she sigh'd , And cald 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 ...
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... head , aff my head ; I'll tak the curchie aff my head , And row't about the feetie o't . The tune is an old Highland air , called Shuan truish willighan . LADDIE , LIE NEAR ME . THIS song is by Blacklock . THE GARDENER WI ' HIS PAIDLE ...
... head , aff my head ; I'll tak the curchie aff my head , And row't about the feetie o't . The tune is an old Highland air , called Shuan truish willighan . LADDIE , LIE NEAR ME . THIS song is by Blacklock . THE GARDENER WI ' HIS PAIDLE ...
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... heads , Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then . The durk and door made their last hour , And prov'd their final fa ' , man ; They thought the devil had been there , That play'd them sic a paw then . gress southwards might have arrested ...
... heads , Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then . The durk and door made their last hour , And prov'd their final fa ' , man ; They thought the devil had been there , That play'd them sic a paw then . gress southwards might have arrested ...
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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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