Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Bind 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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... live ye , my bonie lass , And tell me what they ca ' ye ? My name , she says , is Mistress Jean , And I follow the Collier laddie . See ye not yon hills and dales The sun shines on sae brawlie ! They a ' are mine and they shall be thine ...
... live ye , my bonie lass , And tell me what they ca ' ye ? My name , she says , is Mistress Jean , And I follow the Collier laddie . See ye not yon hills and dales The sun shines on sae brawlie ! They a ' are mine and they shall be thine ...
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... lives to weep and sing their fall . " It is by this survivor that the ballad is supposed to have been written . The Earl , on bringing back the fair fugitive , banished her a mensa et thora , and , it is said , confined her for life in ...
... lives to weep and sing their fall . " It is by this survivor that the ballad is supposed to have been written . The Earl , on bringing back the fair fugitive , banished her a mensa et thora , and , it is said , confined her for life in ...
Side 22
... live in a place in the parish , I think , of Galston , called Barr - mill , was the luckless hero that had a horse and had nae mair . - For some little youthful follies he found it necessary to make a retreat to the West - Highlands ...
... live in a place in the parish , I think , of Galston , called Barr - mill , was the luckless hero that had a horse and had nae mair . - For some little youthful follies he found it necessary to make a retreat to the West - Highlands ...
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... live to say , waes me ? My father argued sair , tho ' my mither didna speak , She look'd in my face till my heart was like to break ; So they gi'ed him my hand , tho ' my heart was in the sea , And auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me . I ...
... live to say , waes me ? My father argued sair , tho ' my mither didna speak , She look'd in my face till my heart was like to break ; So they gi'ed him my hand , tho ' my heart was in the sea , And auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me . I ...
Side 58
... I'se never take ane i my life . " Woo'd and married , & c . Outspake the bride's sister , As she came in frae the byre , " O gin I were but married , It's a ' that desire ; ye , But we puir folk maun live single , And do 58.
... I'se never take ane i my life . " Woo'd and married , & c . Outspake the bride's sister , As she came in frae the byre , " O gin I were but married , It's a ' that desire ; ye , But we puir folk maun live single , And do 58.
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amang auld lang syne baith ballad Blythe bonie lass bosom braes Burns CALIFORNIA LIBRARY canna cauld Child Maurice COCKPEN crookit horn cry'd dear dearie dinna e'er Edinburgh Ewie fair Findlay frae Fy let gallant gang gangrel grows bonnie wi gude gypsie laddie hame heart Highland Hughie Graham Jamie Johny Jolly Beggars kebars lady laird lassie Leader-Haughs Lord maun meikle merry mony morning Nansy ne'er never night O'er the moor old song owre poem Rob Roy ROBERT BURNS rue grows bonnie sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing snaw sodger laddie stanza sweet sword thee thou thro thyme Tibbie tune UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse warn Watty weel whare wife Willie wither'd Woo'd and married Yarrow ye'll ye're young
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Side 127 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
Side 136 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou, &c.
Side 112 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Side 112 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Side 105 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Side 127 - And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Side 43 - When I upon thy bosom lean, And fondly clasp thee, a' my ain, I glory in the sacred ties That made us ane wha ance were twain ; A mutual flame inspires us baith, The tender look, the melting kiss ; Even years shall ne'er destroy our love But only gie us change o
Side 167 - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
Side 250 - CHORUS. A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
Side 230 - The Jolly Beggars, for humorous description and nice discrimination of character, is inferior to no poem of the same length in the whole range of English poetry. The scene, indeed, is laid in the very lowest department of low life, the actors being a set of strolling vagrants met to carouse and barter their rags and plunder for liquor in a hedge ale-house.