The Scottish Songs, Том 1Robert Chambers William Tait, 1829 - Всего страниц: 359 |
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Стр. viii
... Sing it among them ilk day . Few and scattered as the fragments already given may be considered by the reader , a period now ensues , during which still fewer occur to the enquirer . It may be observed , that we are chiefly indebted for ...
... Sing it among them ilk day . Few and scattered as the fragments already given may be considered by the reader , a period now ensues , during which still fewer occur to the enquirer . It may be observed , that we are chiefly indebted for ...
Стр. xi
... singing - and to have been a most accomplished instrumental musician . It may not be amiss , in the eyes of some , to add the tes- timony of a historian , who , being a foreigner , must , of course , be held as beyond the suspicion of ...
... singing - and to have been a most accomplished instrumental musician . It may not be amiss , in the eyes of some , to add the tes- timony of a historian , who , being a foreigner , must , of course , be held as beyond the suspicion of ...
Стр. xv
... sings , " I will be blythe and licht , My heart is lent upon sae gude a wicht . " In the same prologue - the twelfth - another oc- curs : Our awin native bird , gentil dow , Singand on her kynd , " I come hither to wow . " Could this be ...
... sings , " I will be blythe and licht , My heart is lent upon sae gude a wicht . " In the same prologue - the twelfth - another oc- curs : Our awin native bird , gentil dow , Singand on her kynd , " I come hither to wow . " Could this be ...
Стр. xvii
... singing this stanza to an air , as they perambulate the streets in bands at night . It is evident , in my opinion , that it must have been composed in 1546 , immediately after the assassination of the Cardinal , while he was b still ...
... singing this stanza to an air , as they perambulate the streets in bands at night . It is evident , in my opinion , that it must have been composed in 1546 , immediately after the assassination of the Cardinal , while he was b still ...
Стр. xviii
... singing a number of songs , of which he gives the names . an eccentricity in composition , which must then have been quite comme il faut , but which would now call down the ridicule of the public , we are thus put into possession of ...
... singing a number of songs , of which he gives the names . an eccentricity in composition , which must then have been quite comme il faut , but which would now call down the ridicule of the public , we are thus put into possession of ...
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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...