The Scottish Songs, Том 11829 |
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... ne'er have A penny , quo ' he . The borrowstown merchants Will sell ye on tick ; For we maun hae braw things , Although they should break : When broken , frae care The fools are set free , When we mak ' them lairds In the Abbey , ‡ quo ...
... ne'er have A penny , quo ' he . The borrowstown merchants Will sell ye on tick ; For we maun hae braw things , Although they should break : When broken , frae care The fools are set free , When we mak ' them lairds In the Abbey , ‡ quo ...
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... ne'er was disgraced ; I do every thing for my country's weal , And feast upon bannocks o ' barley meal . I will quickly lay down my sword and my gun , And put my blue bonnet and my plaidie on ; With my silk tartan hose , and leather ...
... ne'er was disgraced ; I do every thing for my country's weal , And feast upon bannocks o ' barley meal . I will quickly lay down my sword and my gun , And put my blue bonnet and my plaidie on ; With my silk tartan hose , and leather ...
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... ne'er a bed wad she gang to , But sit and tak ' the gee . * From Herd's Collection , 1776. Another conjecture or tradition gives this song to James Boswell . In the mornin ' sune , when I cam doun A 2 5 And there we will live by our ...
... ne'er a bed wad she gang to , But sit and tak ' the gee . * From Herd's Collection , 1776. Another conjecture or tradition gives this song to James Boswell . In the mornin ' sune , when I cam doun A 2 5 And there we will live by our ...
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... er a word she spake ; But mony a sad and sour look , And aye her head she'd shake . My dear , quoth I , what aileth thee , To look sae sour on me ? I'll never do the like again , If you'll ne'er tak the gee . When that she heard , she ...
... er a word she spake ; But mony a sad and sour look , And aye her head she'd shake . My dear , quoth I , what aileth thee , To look sae sour on me ? I'll never do the like again , If you'll ne'er tak the gee . When that she heard , she ...
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... ne'er wi ' my Phillis can vie ; Her breath is the breath of the woodbine , Its dew - drop of diamond her eye . Her voice is the song of the morning , That wakes through the green spreading grove , When Phoebus peeps over the mountains ...
... ne'er wi ' my Phillis can vie ; Her breath is the breath of the woodbine , Its dew - drop of diamond her eye . Her voice is the song of the morning , That wakes through the green spreading grove , When Phoebus peeps over the mountains ...
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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?