Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... Auld Gudeman : a Matrimonial Duet Sir Alexander Boswell Auld lang syne · • Burns . Lady Anne Lindsay 153 . 196 . 248 241 . 89 Auld Robin Gray Auld Rob Morris Awa ' , Whigs , awa ' !. A weary Lot is thine . Back again Bannocks o ' Barley ...
... Auld Gudeman : a Matrimonial Duet Sir Alexander Boswell Auld lang syne · • Burns . Lady Anne Lindsay 153 . 196 . 248 241 . 89 Auld Robin Gray Auld Rob Morris Awa ' , Whigs , awa ' !. A weary Lot is thine . Back again Bannocks o ' Barley ...
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... Willie had Speak on , speak thus · Burns . 302 99 • 173 Mrs. Grant 64 • Burns 121 Peter Buchan's Collection 122 Francis Semple 21 • Burns . 220 • Allan Ramsay 24 Strathallan's Lament . • Burns Tak ' your auld Cloak CONTENTS .
... Willie had Speak on , speak thus · Burns . 302 99 • 173 Mrs. Grant 64 • Burns 121 Peter Buchan's Collection 122 Francis Semple 21 • Burns . 220 • Allan Ramsay 24 Strathallan's Lament . • Burns Tak ' your auld Cloak CONTENTS .
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... auld Cloak about ye . The Ale - wife and her Barrel The auld Man The auld Minister's Song The auld Stuarts back again The Banks of Ayr The Banks of Doon • • The Barring o ' the Door The Battle of Vittoria The Birks of Aberfeldy The ...
... auld Cloak about ye . The Ale - wife and her Barrel The auld Man The auld Minister's Song The auld Stuarts back again The Banks of Ayr The Banks of Doon • • The Barring o ' the Door The Battle of Vittoria The Birks of Aberfeldy The ...
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... Auld lang syne , ' , " " John Anderson my Jo , " and " We're a ' noddin , " which belonged to the cathedral service of both coun- tries , were appropriated to profane purposes and indecent paro- dies , and sung sometimes in ridicule of ...
... Auld lang syne , ' , " " John Anderson my Jo , " and " We're a ' noddin , " which belonged to the cathedral service of both coun- tries , were appropriated to profane purposes and indecent paro- dies , and sung sometimes in ridicule of ...
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... auld ane look'd aye as well as some's new ; But now he lets't wear ony gate it will hing , And casts himself dowie upon the corn - bing . And now he gaes daundrin ' about the dykes , And a ' he dow do is to hund the tykes ; The live ...
... auld ane look'd aye as well as some's new ; But now he lets't wear ony gate it will hing , And casts himself dowie upon the corn - bing . And now he gaes daundrin ' about the dykes , And a ' he dow do is to hund the tykes ; The live ...
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ain fireside Allan appears arms auld baith banks beautiful behave bloom blue blythe body bonnie lassie born braes Burns canna cauld charms collection comes dear dearie died dinna e'en early English fair Farewell fear flower founded frae friends gang gi'e glen green grow hame hand happy heart heaven Highland hills I'll ilka John John Anderson kind king kiss laddie Lady land lass leave letter live lo'e look mair Mary maun meet mind morning ne'er never night o'er ower pleasure poor RAMSAY rise ROBERT rose rows says Scottish seen sing smile song sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomson thou thought true weel wife Willie wind young
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Side 127 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory.
Side 173 - Wha, for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Side 285 - 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 219 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Side 286 - 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 129 - 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 ! No more of me yon knew.
Side 114 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Side 118 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Side 76 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie — The Flowers of the Forest are weded away. Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.
Side 93 - O Mary ! dear departed shade ! "Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?