The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers William Tait, 1829 - Всего страниц: 359 |
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... Gilderoy , the 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 ...
... Gilderoy , the 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 ...
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... 291 · 223 General Leslie's march to Longmarston Moor , 152 Get up and bar the door , Gie me a lass wi ' a lump o ' land , Gilderoy , Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie , 122 82 80 293 Gloomy winter's now awa , Go to Berwick , Johnie lxix.
... 291 · 223 General Leslie's march to Longmarston Moor , 152 Get up and bar the door , Gie me a lass wi ' a lump o ' land , Gilderoy , Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie , 122 82 80 293 Gloomy winter's now awa , Go to Berwick , Johnie lxix.
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Robert Chambers. SCOTTISH SONGS . AH , Chloris AH , CHLORIS ! TUNE - Gilderoy . could I now but sit As unconcern'd , as when Your infant beauty could beget No happiness or pain ! When I this dawning did admire , And praised the coming ...
Robert Chambers. SCOTTISH SONGS . AH , Chloris AH , CHLORIS ! TUNE - Gilderoy . could I now but sit As unconcern'd , as when Your infant beauty could beget No happiness or pain ! When I this dawning did admire , And praised the coming ...
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... Gilderoy . FROM thee , Eliza , I must go , And from my native shore ; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar : But boundless oceans , roaring wide Between my love and me , They never , never can divide My heart and ...
... Gilderoy . FROM thee , Eliza , I must go , And from my native shore ; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar : But boundless oceans , roaring wide Between my love and me , They never , never can divide My heart and ...
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... GILDEROY . SIR ALEXANDER HALKET . TUNE - Gilderoy . GILDEROY was a bonnie boy ; Had roses tull his shoon ; His stockings were of silken soy , ' Wi ' garters hanging downe : It was , I ween , a comely sicht , 8 80 GUDE NIGHT, AND JOY BE ...
... GILDEROY . SIR ALEXANDER HALKET . TUNE - Gilderoy . GILDEROY was a bonnie boy ; Had roses tull his shoon ; His stockings were of silken soy , ' Wi ' garters hanging downe : It was , I ween , a comely sicht , 8 80 GUDE NIGHT, AND JOY BE ...
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ain true love Allan Allan water Amang baith ballad baloo banks beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS canna cauld Charlie Complaynt of Scotland dance dear dearie Donald Macgillavry doun e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang Gilderoy glen green gude gudewife hame heart Herd's Collection Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jacobite Jamie Jenny Jock John Tod Johnnie king kiss laddie lady laird lass lo'e Lochaber lover Maggie maun merry mony muir nae mair nane ne'er never o'er ower padda Pinkie House puir Ramsay Rob Morris sang Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish song sing sweet Syne Tea-Table Miscellany thee There's thou tune TUNE-The verses wadna weel Whigs wife Willie wooer ye're yestreen young
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Стр. 54 - Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Стр. 189 - My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood ; Ye're like to the bark o...
Стр. 48 - Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie.
Стр. 164 - Devouring flames, and murdering steel ! The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath, The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And, stretch'd beneath the' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate, Within my filial breast shall beat...
Стр. 9 - 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 I No more of me you knew.
Стр. 140 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...