Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... live ! When that grim foe of life below , Comes in between to make us part , The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my bliss - it breaks my heart ! How different the reverence of a poor old woman cottager , living in a wretched ...
... live ! When that grim foe of life below , Comes in between to make us part , The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my bliss - it breaks my heart ! How different the reverence of a poor old woman cottager , living in a wretched ...
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... d ! And downward , how weaken'd , how darken'd , how pain'd ! Life is not worth having , with all it can give ; For something beyond it poor man sure must live . JOHNIE COPE . THIS satirical song was composed to commemorate 100.
... d ! And downward , how weaken'd , how darken'd , how pain'd ! Life is not worth having , with all it can give ; For something beyond it poor man sure must live . JOHNIE COPE . THIS satirical song was composed to commemorate 100.
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Robert Hartley Cromek. And ay I muse and sing thy name , I only live to love thee ! Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on , Beyond the sea , beyond the sun , " Till my last weary sand was run ; " Till then , and then I love thee ! THE CAPTIVE ...
Robert Hartley Cromek. And ay I muse and sing thy name , I only live to love thee ! Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on , Beyond the sea , beyond the sun , " Till my last weary sand was run ; " Till then , and then I love thee ! THE CAPTIVE ...
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... live ye , my bonie lass , O whare live ye , my hinnie , By yon burn - side , gin ye maun ken , In a wee house wi ' my minnie . A watchful mother . But I foor up the glen at een , To 116.
... live ye , my bonie lass , O whare live ye , my hinnie , By yon burn - side , gin ye maun ken , In a wee house wi ' my minnie . A watchful mother . But I foor up the glen at een , To 116.
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... , Than , if I canna mak thee sae , At least to see thee blest . Content am I , if heaven shall give But happiness to thee : And as wi ' thee I'd wish to live , For thee I'd bear to die . EPPIE M'NAB . THE old song , with this title 181.
... , Than , if I canna mak thee sae , At least to see thee blest . Content am I , if heaven shall give But happiness to thee : And as wi ' thee I'd wish to live , For thee I'd bear to die . EPPIE M'NAB . THE old song , with this title 181.
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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