The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - Всего страниц: 370 |
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... mind . With a wish , it would rather appear , to compensate the in- justice of his personal imprisonment , he had taken eve- ry measure to enlarge and liberalize the understanding of the young Scottish prince . When James was first ...
... mind . With a wish , it would rather appear , to compensate the in- justice of his personal imprisonment , he had taken eve- ry measure to enlarge and liberalize the understanding of the young Scottish prince . When James was first ...
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... mind one afternoon to be enter- tained with music , sent to Mr Gostling , ( then one of the chapel , and afterwards subdean of St Paul's , ) to Henry Purcell , and Mrs Arabella Hunt , who had a very fine voice , with a request to attend ...
... mind one afternoon to be enter- tained with music , sent to Mr Gostling , ( then one of the chapel , and afterwards subdean of St Paul's , ) to Henry Purcell , and Mrs Arabella Hunt , who had a very fine voice , with a request to attend ...
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... mind of my Phillis , Will flourish without a decay . Awa wi ' your belles and your beauties ! They never wi ' her can compare : Whaever has met wi ' my Phillis , Has met wi ' the queen o ' the fair . * OH ! WAE'S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE ...
... mind of my Phillis , Will flourish without a decay . Awa wi ' your belles and your beauties ! They never wi ' her can compare : Whaever has met wi ' my Phillis , Has met wi ' the queen o ' the fair . * OH ! WAE'S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE ...
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... mind the fareweel strain Was , Wae's me for Prince Charlie ! MERRY MAY THE KEEL ROWE . * As I cam doun the Cannogate , The Cannogate , the Cannogate , As I cam doun the Cannogate , I heard a lassie sing , O : Merry may the keel rowe ...
... mind the fareweel strain Was , Wae's me for Prince Charlie ! MERRY MAY THE KEEL ROWE . * As I cam doun the Cannogate , The Cannogate , the Cannogate , As I cam doun the Cannogate , I heard a lassie sing , O : Merry may the keel rowe ...
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... mind , And yield my heart to thee- Be ever to the captive kind , That langs na to be free . At Polwarth , on the Green , Amang the new - mawn hay , With sangs and dancing keen We'll pass the live - lang day . At nicht , if beds be ower ...
... mind , And yield my heart to thee- Be ever to the captive kind , That langs na to be free . At Polwarth , on the Green , Amang the new - mawn hay , With sangs and dancing keen We'll pass the live - lang day . At nicht , if beds be ower ...
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