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... English chroniclers . In 1296 , when King Edward I. ( surnamed Longshanks ) undertook his first expedi- tion against Scotland , he resolved to destroy the town and castle of Berwick - upon - Tweed , which then be- longed to the Scottish ...
... English chroniclers . In 1296 , when King Edward I. ( surnamed Longshanks ) undertook his first expedi- tion against Scotland , he resolved to destroy the town and castle of Berwick - upon - Tweed , which then be- longed to the Scottish ...
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... English approached their walls , as contrasted with the present depressed state of their affairs . The Eng- lish , however , soon found an opportunity of revenging the satire of the Scots . King Edward immediately after led his men to a ...
... English approached their walls , as contrasted with the present depressed state of their affairs . The Eng- lish , however , soon found an opportunity of revenging the satire of the Scots . King Edward immediately after led his men to a ...
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... English nation , and that of the Scottish lowland- ers , were then nearly the same . It is also , perhaps , to be gathered from these , that to express national sentiment in songs and rhymes , was then a common practice with both the ...
... English nation , and that of the Scottish lowland- ers , were then nearly the same . It is also , perhaps , to be gathered from these , that to express national sentiment in songs and rhymes , was then a common practice with both the ...
Side vii
... English song on the death of Wallace , and the fates of his various compatriots . The next national Scottish song , of which any no- tice occurs in our early chroniclers , is one of triumph on the brilliant victory of Bannockburn . On ...
... English song on the death of Wallace , and the fates of his various compatriots . The next national Scottish song , of which any no- tice occurs in our early chroniclers , is one of triumph on the brilliant victory of Bannockburn . On ...
Side viii
... English at that time clothed themselves in coats and hoods , which were decorated in a strange fashion , with letters and flowers painted on them . They also wore long beards . The Scots , on coming to York to manage the business of the ...
... English at that time clothed themselves in coats and hoods , which were decorated in a strange fashion , with letters and flowers painted on them . They also wore long beards . The Scots , on coming to York to manage the business of the ...
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Side 19 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Side 290 - 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 hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Side 234 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Side 155 - A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that — Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that ; For a* that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Side 14 - 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 you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Side 234 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Side 82 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Side 288 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Side liv - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Side 289 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. 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?