Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... never be mine . Burns An ' thou were my ain thing And ye shall walk in Silk Attire Annie Laurie · Answer to " Behave yoursel ' before • Anonymous Susanna Blamire • Anonymous Folk " . Argyll is my Name Auld lang syne . · Auld Robin Gray ...
... never be mine . Burns An ' thou were my ain thing And ye shall walk in Silk Attire Annie Laurie · Answer to " Behave yoursel ' before • Anonymous Susanna Blamire • Anonymous Folk " . Argyll is my Name Auld lang syne . · Auld Robin Gray ...
Side iii
... never leave thee · I'll never love thee more I winna gang back Jeanie Morrison Jenny's Bawbee Burns Allan Ramsay PAGE . 106 . 198 Robert Tannahill * . 133 Burns 227 Sir Alexander Boswell 248 · Burns 243 Allan Cunningham . . 187 William ...
... never leave thee · I'll never love thee more I winna gang back Jeanie Morrison Jenny's Bawbee Burns Allan Ramsay PAGE . 106 . 198 Robert Tannahill * . 133 Burns 227 Sir Alexander Boswell 248 · Burns 243 Allan Cunningham . . 187 William ...
Side vii
... never be Peace · . 296 90 Burns • . 262 The Soldier's Return The Spring of the Year · The Tears I shed must ever fall The Thistle of Scotland The three - gir'd Cog . The waefu ' Heart The waukin ' o ' the Fauld . · 99 Allan Cunningham ...
... never be Peace · . 296 90 Burns • . 262 The Soldier's Return The Spring of the Year · The Tears I shed must ever fall The Thistle of Scotland The three - gir'd Cog . The waefu ' Heart The waukin ' o ' the Fauld . · 99 Allan Cunningham ...
Side viii
... never see Peace sin ' Charlie's awa ' Were na my Heart licht , I wad dee . What's a ' the Steer ?. What ails this Heart ? When I began the World . When the Kye come Hame Where shall the Lover rest ? While frequent on Tweed Whistle o'er ...
... never see Peace sin ' Charlie's awa ' Were na my Heart licht , I wad dee . What's a ' the Steer ?. What ails this Heart ? When I began the World . When the Kye come Hame Where shall the Lover rest ? While frequent on Tweed Whistle o'er ...
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... never had any music , join their loud voices to the chorus of acclamation , and make no attempt to claim any portion of the merit which belongs to the Scotch , not because they are Celts , but because , like the English , they are Saxon ...
... never had any music , join their loud voices to the chorus of acclamation , and make no attempt to claim any portion of the merit which belongs to the Scotch , not because they are Celts , but because , like the English , they are Saxon ...
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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?