The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers William Tait, 1829 - Всего страниц: 359 |
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... baith , To mak her blythe that meiting : My bonny heart , how says the sang , " There sall be mirth at our meiting Yet , " Of Peblis to the Play . It is thus established , that songs were common mat- ters among the peasantry in the ...
... baith , To mak her blythe that meiting : My bonny heart , how says the sang , " There sall be mirth at our meiting Yet , " Of Peblis to the Play . It is thus established , that songs were common mat- ters among the peasantry in the ...
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... baith stout and able . Wha is't that sits next the wa ' , But Lady Mouse , baith jimp and sma ' ? What is't that sits next the bride , But the sola puddy wi ' his yellow side ? Syne cam the deuk , but and the drake ; The deuk took puddy ...
... baith stout and able . Wha is't that sits next the wa ' , But Lady Mouse , baith jimp and sma ' ? What is't that sits next the bride , But the sola puddy wi ' his yellow side ? Syne cam the deuk , but and the drake ; The deuk took puddy ...
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... baith mirk and rainy , O ; But I'll get my plaid , and out I'll steal , And o'er the hills to Nannie , O. My Nannie's charmin ' , sweet , and young ; Nae artfu ' wiles to win ye , O ; May ill befa ' the flatterin ' tongue That wad ...
... baith mirk and rainy , O ; But I'll get my plaid , and out I'll steal , And o'er the hills to Nannie , O. My Nannie's charmin ' , sweet , and young ; Nae artfu ' wiles to win ye , O ; May ill befa ' the flatterin ' tongue That wad ...
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... ll put on , My stockins pearl - blue- It's a ' to pleasure our gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Sae sweet his voice , sae smooth his tongue ; His breath's like cauler air ; His very fit has music in't , As he comes 37.
... ll put on , My stockins pearl - blue- It's a ' to pleasure our gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Sae sweet his voice , sae smooth his tongue ; His breath's like cauler air ; His very fit has music in't , As he comes 37.
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... baith bitches and jauds , And ca's mysell an auld cuckle - carlie- Oh , gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly ! * DELUDED SWAIN , THE PLEASURE . BURNS . TUNE - The Collier's Bonnie Lassie . DELUDED Swain , the pleasure The fickle fair ...
... baith bitches and jauds , And ca's mysell an auld cuckle - carlie- Oh , gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly ! * DELUDED SWAIN , THE PLEASURE . BURNS . TUNE - The Collier's Bonnie Lassie . DELUDED Swain , the pleasure The fickle fair ...
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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. 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...