Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... bloom and every brae , And fare and flee ower every firth , Through gladness of this lusty May . B And lovers all that are in care , To their. This song was first printed in the year 1508 by Chapman and Myllar , the " fathers of Scottish ...
... bloom and every brae , And fare and flee ower every firth , Through gladness of this lusty May . B And lovers all that are in care , To their. This song was first printed in the year 1508 by Chapman and Myllar , the " fathers of Scottish ...
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... blooming beauties first kindled love's fire , Your virtue and wit mak ' it aye flame the higher . Leave thee , leave thee ! I'll never leave thee , Gang the warld as it will , dearest , believe me , NELLY . Then , Johnny , I frankly ...
... blooming beauties first kindled love's fire , Your virtue and wit mak ' it aye flame the higher . Leave thee , leave thee ! I'll never leave thee , Gang the warld as it will , dearest , believe me , NELLY . Then , Johnny , I frankly ...
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... blooming , tight , and tall is , And guides her airs sae gracefu ' still , — O Jove ! she's like thy Pallas . Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair oppress us ; Our fancies jee between ye twa , Ye are sic bonnie lasses . Wae's ...
... blooming , tight , and tall is , And guides her airs sae gracefu ' still , — O Jove ! she's like thy Pallas . Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair oppress us ; Our fancies jee between ye twa , Ye are sic bonnie lasses . Wae's ...
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... Bloom'd brightly on moorland and sweet rising fells ; Nae burns , briar , or bracken , gave trouble to me , If I found but the berries right ripen'd for thee . PEGGY . When thou ran , or wrestled , or putted the stane , And cam aff the ...
... Bloom'd brightly on moorland and sweet rising fells ; Nae burns , briar , or bracken , gave trouble to me , If I found but the berries right ripen'd for thee . PEGGY . When thou ran , or wrestled , or putted the stane , And cam aff the ...
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... bloom of her youth , Like the moon , was inconstant , and never spoke truth ; But Susie was faithful , good - humoured and free , And fair as the goddess that sprung from the sea . That mamma's fine daughter , with all her great dower ...
... bloom of her youth , Like the moon , was inconstant , and never spoke truth ; But Susie was faithful , good - humoured and free , And fair as the goddess that sprung from the sea . That mamma's fine daughter , with all her great dower ...
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aboon ain countrie ain fireside ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld baith beautiful Behave yoursel birks of Aberfeldy blaw bloom blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom braw canna cauld charms dear dearie Delvin dinna doun e'en e'er fair Farewell flower frae Gala water gane gang gi'e gin ye green gude gudeman heart heather heaven Highland laddie Jamie Jeanie John Anderson kiss kye come hame Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes lover Maggie Mary maun melody mither mony nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns siller sing smile snaw stanza sung SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie winna Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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Side 125 - 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 171 - 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 283 - 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 217 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Side 284 - 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 127 - 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 112 - 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 116 - 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 74 - 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 91 - 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?