The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companionW. Milner, 1844 - 512 sider |
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... BONNIE DOON . YE flowery banks o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye bloom sae fair ? How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ! Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird , That 72 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
... BONNIE DOON . YE flowery banks o ' bonnie Doon , How can ye bloom sae fair ? How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ! Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird , That 72 A CHOICE COLLECTION.
Side 73
... bonnie bird , That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang , And wist na o ' my fate . Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon , To see the woodbine twine , And ilka bird sang o ' its love , And sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome ...
... bonnie bird , That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang , And wist na o ' my fate . Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon , To see the woodbine twine , And ilka bird sang o ' its love , And sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome ...
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... bonnie , cheer My native Highland home . When summer comes , the heather - bell Shall tempt thy feet to rove ; The tender dove , within the dell , Invites to peace and love ; For blithesome is the breath of day , And sweet's the bonnie ...
... bonnie , cheer My native Highland home . When summer comes , the heather - bell Shall tempt thy feet to rove ; The tender dove , within the dell , Invites to peace and love ; For blithesome is the breath of day , And sweet's the bonnie ...
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... Can trust it no more . THE RED RED ROSE . O , MY luve's like a red , red rose , That's newly sprung in June ; O , my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune . As fair art thou , my bonnie lass , So OF NATIONAL SONGS . 95.
... Can trust it no more . THE RED RED ROSE . O , MY luve's like a red , red rose , That's newly sprung in June ; O , my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune . As fair art thou , my bonnie lass , So OF NATIONAL SONGS . 95.
Side 96
Quaver. As fair art thou , my bonnie lass , So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still , my dear , Till a ' the seas gang dry . Till a ' the seas gang dry , my dear , And the rocks melt wi ' the sun ; I will luve thee still , my ...
Quaver. As fair art thou , my bonnie lass , So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still , my dear , Till a ' the seas gang dry . Till a ' the seas gang dry , my dear , And the rocks melt wi ' the sun ; I will luve thee still , my ...
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Side 371 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 96 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side 47 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 359 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Side 14 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Side 153 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn...
Side 375 - In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Side 378 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 379 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Side 375 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...