Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Bind 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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Side 11
... round my pillow , Talk of him that's far awa . Ye whom sorrow never wounded , Ye who never shed a tear , Care - untroubled , joy - surrounded , Gaudy day to you is dear . Gentle night , do thou befriend me , Downy sleep the curtain draw ...
... round my pillow , Talk of him that's far awa . Ye whom sorrow never wounded , Ye who never shed a tear , Care - untroubled , joy - surrounded , Gaudy day to you is dear . Gentle night , do thou befriend me , Downy sleep the curtain draw ...
Side 17
... round , And my lord shall nae mair come near me . " And when our lord came home at e'en , And speir'd for his fair lady , The tane she cry'd , and the other reply'd , She's away wi ' the gypsie laddie . " Gae saddle to me the black ...
... round , And my lord shall nae mair come near me . " And when our lord came home at e'en , And speir'd for his fair lady , The tane she cry'd , and the other reply'd , She's away wi ' the gypsie laddie . " Gae saddle to me the black ...
Side 34
... round his ancles , as is done by shepherds in snowy weather : his face they disguise as like wretched old age as they can : in this plight he is brought into the wedding - house , frequently to the astonishment of strangers who are not ...
... round his ancles , as is done by shepherds in snowy weather : his face they disguise as like wretched old age as they can : in this plight he is brought into the wedding - house , frequently to the astonishment of strangers who are not ...
Side 43
... not to drap a tear : Hae I a joy ! its a ' her ain ; United still her heart and mine ; They're like the woodbine round the tree , That's twin'd till death shall them disjoin . MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY .. Tune - HIGHLANDER'S 43.
... not to drap a tear : Hae I a joy ! its a ' her ain ; United still her heart and mine ; They're like the woodbine round the tree , That's twin'd till death shall them disjoin . MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY .. Tune - HIGHLANDER'S 43.
Side 69
... round ricks , called stacks , close together in a yard adjoining to the barn . The diversion consists in one person hunting several others among these stacks , and usually consists of as numerous a party as can be easily collected ...
... round ricks , called stacks , close together in a yard adjoining to the barn . The diversion consists in one person hunting several others among these stacks , and usually consists of as numerous a party as can be easily collected ...
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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.