The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - Всего страниц: 370 |
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Стр. xxvii
... brae ; And fare and flee ower every firth , Through gladness of this lusty May . And lovers all that are in care , To their ladies they do repair , In fresh mornings before the day ; And are in mirth aye mair and mair , Through gladness ...
... brae ; And fare and flee ower every firth , Through gladness of this lusty May . And lovers all that are in care , To their ladies they do repair , In fresh mornings before the day ; And are in mirth aye mair and mair , Through gladness ...
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... Braes , 28 Logie o ' Buchan , 251 Lord Binning , 589 · Lord Gregory , · 236 Loudon's bonnie woods and braes , 560 Love inviting Reason , 509 · Love's like a dizziness , 135 Love will find out the way , 520 Lovely Jean , 295 Low doun i ...
... Braes , 28 Logie o ' Buchan , 251 Lord Binning , 589 · Lord Gregory , · 236 Loudon's bonnie woods and braes , 560 Love inviting Reason , 509 · Love's like a dizziness , 135 Love will find out the way , 520 Lovely Jean , 295 Low doun i ...
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... braes o ' Ballendine , 38 The braes o ' Balquhither , 224 The braes o ' Gleniffer , 226 The bridal o't , 494 • The brisk young lad , 297 The broadswords of Old Scotland , 172 The brume o ' the Cowdenknows , 220 The bush abune Traquair ...
... braes o ' Ballendine , 38 The braes o ' Balquhither , 224 The braes o ' Gleniffer , 226 The bridal o't , 494 • The brisk young lad , 297 The broadswords of Old Scotland , 172 The brume o ' the Cowdenknows , 220 The bush abune Traquair ...
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... braes of Branksome , There first I saw my bonny bride , Young , smiling , sweet , and handsome . Her skin was safter ... brae , By which a burnie trotted ; On her I glowr'd my soul away , While on her sweets I doated . A thousand ...
... braes of Branksome , There first I saw my bonny bride , Young , smiling , sweet , and handsome . Her skin was safter ... brae , By which a burnie trotted ; On her I glowr'd my soul away , While on her sweets I doated . A thousand ...
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... braes , When frisky is the ewe and lamb , I'se row ye in my tartan plaid , And be your rantin Highlandman . With heather bells , that sweetly smells , I'll deck your hair sae fair and lang , If ye'll consent to scour the bent Wi ' me ...
... braes , When frisky is the ewe and lamb , I'se row ye in my tartan plaid , And be your rantin Highlandman . With heather bells , that sweetly smells , I'll deck your hair sae fair and lang , If ye'll consent to scour the bent Wi ' me ...
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Стр. 48 - Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie.
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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...