Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Том 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... look and gaze , Weel pleas'd they see our happy days , Nor envy's sel finds aught to blame ; And ay when weary cares arise , Thy bosom still shall be my hame . I'll lay me there , and take my rest , And if that aught disturb my dear , I ...
... look and gaze , Weel pleas'd they see our happy days , Nor envy's sel finds aught to blame ; And ay when weary cares arise , Thy bosom still shall be my hame . I'll lay me there , and take my rest , And if that aught disturb my dear , I ...
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... looks rude and familiar to the fashionable eye , yet we may deem ourselves the descendants of such lusty lovers ; and that our great great grand- mothers were touzled by fingers perhaps as rude as the sheep- smearing hands of good ...
... looks rude and familiar to the fashionable eye , yet we may deem ourselves the descendants of such lusty lovers ; and that our great great grand- mothers were touzled by fingers perhaps as rude as the sheep- smearing hands of good ...
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... look.— She had na time for mair . For in the midst anon there came , A blind unweeting dart , That glanc'd frae aff her Duncan's targe , And strack her to the heart . Awhile she staggar'd , syne she fell , And Duncan 80.
... look.— She had na time for mair . For in the midst anon there came , A blind unweeting dart , That glanc'd frae aff her Duncan's targe , And strack her to the heart . Awhile she staggar'd , syne she fell , And Duncan 80.
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... look'd the letter upon , He drew his sword his scabbard from , Saying , Come follow me , my merry men , And we'll visit Cope in the morning . My merry men , come follow me , For now's the time I'll let you see , What a happy nation this ...
... look'd the letter upon , He drew his sword his scabbard from , Saying , Come follow me , my merry men , And we'll visit Cope in the morning . My merry men , come follow me , For now's the time I'll let you see , What a happy nation this ...
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... look'd the letter upon , He drew his sword the scabbard from , Come follow me , my merry merry men , And we'll meet Jonnie Coup i ' the morning . Hey Jonnie Coup are ye waking yet , & c . Now , Jonnie , be as good as your word , Come ...
... look'd the letter upon , He drew his sword the scabbard from , Come follow me , my merry merry men , And we'll meet Jonnie Coup i ' the morning . Hey Jonnie Coup are ye waking yet , & c . Now , Jonnie , be as good as your word , Come ...
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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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