The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - Всего страниц: 370 |
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... Cauld Kale in Aberdeen ; The Mucking o ' Geordie's Byre ; Leith Wynd ; Hero and Leander ; Kind Robin lo'es me ; ' Twas within a furlong of Edinburgh town , [ un English imitation . ] That this was , indeed , the golden age of Scottish ...
... Cauld Kale in Aberdeen ; The Mucking o ' Geordie's Byre ; Leith Wynd ; Hero and Leander ; Kind Robin lo'es me ; ' Twas within a furlong of Edinburgh town , [ un English imitation . ] That this was , indeed , the golden age of Scottish ...
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... Cauld kail in Aberdeen , 245 Charlie he's my darling , 480 Charlie is my darling , 183 Clout the cauldron , 482 Come , let me take thee to my breast , 40 Come under my plaidie , 299 Comin ' through the rye , 436 Contentit wi ' little ...
... Cauld kail in Aberdeen , 245 Charlie he's my darling , 480 Charlie is my darling , 183 Clout the cauldron , 482 Come , let me take thee to my breast , 40 Come under my plaidie , 299 Comin ' through the rye , 436 Contentit wi ' little ...
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... cauld blast , 210 199 211 250 480 553 206 427 109 205 527 8 201 182 339 O wha is she that lo'es me , 429 Oh , what a parish , 486 O where are ye going , sweet Robin , 514 O , whistle and I'll come to you , my lad , 414 Old King Coul ...
... cauld blast , 210 199 211 250 480 553 206 427 109 205 527 8 201 182 339 O wha is she that lo'es me , 429 Oh , what a parish , 486 O where are ye going , sweet Robin , 514 O , whistle and I'll come to you , my lad , 414 Old King Coul ...
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... cauld , Queen Marie , Queen Mary's lament , • 18 266 362 488 · 416 562 • 607 Rattlin roarin Willie , Robin and Nannie , Robin Redbreast's testament , Robin shure in hairst , Roslin Castle , 538 230 85 524 316 Saw ye my Peggy , Scotia's ...
... cauld , Queen Marie , Queen Mary's lament , • 18 266 362 488 · 416 562 • 607 Rattlin roarin Willie , Robin and Nannie , Robin Redbreast's testament , Robin shure in hairst , Roslin Castle , 538 230 85 524 316 Saw ye my Peggy , Scotia's ...
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... Cauld Kail in Aberdeen . COME , let me take thee to my breast , And pledge we ne'er shall sunder ; And I shall spurn , as vilest dust , The warld's wealth and grandeur : And do I hear my Jeanie own , That equal transports move her ? I ...
... Cauld Kail in Aberdeen . COME , let me take thee to my breast , And pledge we ne'er shall sunder ; And I shall spurn , as vilest dust , The warld's wealth and grandeur : And do I hear my Jeanie own , That equal transports move her ? I ...
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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. 13 - 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. 133 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Стр. 204 - 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. 134 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
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...