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... Highland robber , ( a specimen of which is given in the notes to the modern ballad of Gilderoy , in this Collec- tion , ) was written and published almost immediately , if not immediately , after the death of that person , which took ...
... Highland robber , ( a specimen of which is given in the notes to the modern ballad of Gilderoy , in this Collec- tion , ) was written and published almost immediately , if not immediately , after the death of that person , which took ...
Стр. lxi
... Highland guard at the West Port ; and , as she had a copy of the parody about her person , she was not a little alarmed at the conse- quences ; especially as the officer talked of searching the carriage for letters and correspondence ...
... Highland guard at the West Port ; and , as she had a copy of the parody about her person , she was not a little alarmed at the conse- quences ; especially as the officer talked of searching the carriage for letters and correspondence ...
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... Highlands as hard's I can reel , And whang at the bannocks o ' barley meal . * www MY WIFE HAS TA'EN THE GEE . TUNE - My Wife has ta'en the Gee . A FRIEND o ' mine cam here yestreen , And he wad hae me down To drink a bottle o ' ale wi ...
... Highlands as hard's I can reel , And whang at the bannocks o ' barley meal . * www MY WIFE HAS TA'EN THE GEE . TUNE - My Wife has ta'en the Gee . A FRIEND o ' mine cam here yestreen , And he wad hae me down To drink a bottle o ' ale wi ...
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... Highland plaid , Which cover'd him but sparely , And slept beneath a bush o ' broom : Oh ! wae's me for Prince Charlie ! But now the bird saw some red - coats , And he shook his wings wi ' O , this is no a land for me , I'll tarry here ...
... Highland plaid , Which cover'd him but sparely , And slept beneath a bush o ' broom : Oh ! wae's me for Prince Charlie ! But now the bird saw some red - coats , And he shook his wings wi ' O , this is no a land for me , I'll tarry here ...
Стр. 27
... the breeze flew o'er me : From the Tea - Table Miscellany , 1724 . † " Liggeram cosh , " is the Highland name of the tune more commonly known by the title of " The Quaker's Wife . " Now nae langer sport and play , Mirth or sang 27.
... the breeze flew o'er me : From the Tea - Table Miscellany , 1724 . † " Liggeram cosh , " is the Highland name of the tune more commonly known by the title of " The Quaker's Wife . " Now nae langer sport and play , Mirth or sang 27.
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Стр. 19 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Стр. 290 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest-? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Стр. 234 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Стр. 155 - A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that — Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that ; For a* that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Стр. 14 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Стр. 234 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 82 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Стр. 288 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Стр. liv - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Стр. 289 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?