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... century , lived a very vagrant and disreputable life in Scotland . They flourished vigorously in the hearts and souls of the people for the people of Scotland were susceptible of the strongest impressions from poetry and music . But ...
... century , lived a very vagrant and disreputable life in Scotland . They flourished vigorously in the hearts and souls of the people for the people of Scotland were susceptible of the strongest impressions from poetry and music . But ...
Side ii
... very little . can be recovered by the present generation regarding it . It would be no more possible to compile a history of the vagrant ditties which delighted the sixteenth century , than it would be to present a distinct ii.
... very little . can be recovered by the present generation regarding it . It would be no more possible to compile a history of the vagrant ditties which delighted the sixteenth century , than it would be to present a distinct ii.
Side iii
Robert Chambers. century , than it would be to present a distinct and connected historical view of the condition of the gip- sies or the beggars of the same period . The most vi- gilant researches into the annals of the country have only ...
Robert Chambers. century , than it would be to present a distinct and connected historical view of the condition of the gip- sies or the beggars of the same period . The most vi- gilant researches into the annals of the country have only ...
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... century after the period in question . Fordun in- forms us , that many songs were composed by the peo- * After the battle of Dunbar , according to Langtoft , the Inglis rymed this . Oure fote folk put tham in the polk , and nakned ther ...
... century after the period in question . Fordun in- forms us , that many songs were composed by the peo- * After the battle of Dunbar , according to Langtoft , the Inglis rymed this . Oure fote folk put tham in the polk , and nakned ther ...
Side ix
... century , du- ring which Scotland continued alike unannoyed and unchronicled by England , and during which she did not happen to possess any native historians , is , there- fore , a complete blank , so far as the subject of this es- say ...
... century , du- ring which Scotland continued alike unannoyed and unchronicled by England , and during which she did not happen to possess any native historians , is , there- fore , a complete blank , so far as the subject of this es- say ...
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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?