The songs of Scotland, ancient and modern; with an intr. and notes by A. Cunningham, Bind 2Allan Cunningham 1825 |
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... hand , And swore he loved her truly— The lad forgot , but the maid thought on ; It was in the month of July . These verses seem a fragment of some ancient lyric ; and if I might be indulged in conjecture , I should think taey had been ...
... hand , And swore he loved her truly— The lad forgot , but the maid thought on ; It was in the month of July . These verses seem a fragment of some ancient lyric ; and if I might be indulged in conjecture , I should think taey had been ...
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... hand : Thy yellow hair beyond compare Comes trinkling down thy swan - white neck ; And thy two eyes , like stars in skies , Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck . The name of Burns accompanies this song in the Museum SCOTTISH SONGS . 25 ...
... hand : Thy yellow hair beyond compare Comes trinkling down thy swan - white neck ; And thy two eyes , like stars in skies , Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck . The name of Burns accompanies this song in the Museum SCOTTISH SONGS . 25 ...
Side 27
... hands she spread it down ; She put the cup to her rosy lips , And drank , Young man , now sleep ye sound . She snatch'd the candle in her hand , And frae my chamber went wi ' speed , But I ca'd her quickly back again , To lay some mair ...
... hands she spread it down ; She put the cup to her rosy lips , And drank , Young man , now sleep ye sound . She snatch'd the candle in her hand , And frae my chamber went wi ' speed , But I ca'd her quickly back again , To lay some mair ...
Side 33
... hand were lighter ! And aye my wife she dang me , And sair my wife did wrang me : O if ye gie a woman her will , Gude faith , she'll soon o'ergang ye ! There is some comfort still in hope , - When sorrow's days are done , man , My pains ...
... hand were lighter ! And aye my wife she dang me , And sair my wife did wrang me : O if ye gie a woman her will , Gude faith , she'll soon o'ergang ye ! There is some comfort still in hope , - When sorrow's days are done , man , My pains ...
Side 34
... hand : My gude bow - hand has lost its craft , And tint the charm for ever ; And I maun rin frae Lauderdale , Fiddle and a ' thegither . When first I came to Lauderdale , " Twas at 34 SCOTTISH SONGS . My love she lives in Lauderdale.
... hand : My gude bow - hand has lost its craft , And tint the charm for ever ; And I maun rin frae Lauderdale , Fiddle and a ' thegither . When first I came to Lauderdale , " Twas at 34 SCOTTISH SONGS . My love she lives in Lauderdale.
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The Songs of Scotland, Ancient and Modern; with an Intr. and Notes by A ... Allan Cunningham Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2020 |
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aboon ALLAN CUNNINGHAM Allan Ramsay amang ancient auld baith Baloo beauty bird birks birks of Aberfeldy blaw blithe bloom boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom braes of Yarrow braw breast Burns busk canna cauld charms cheek cobite dance dear dearie dearie-o Donald Macgillavry e'en e'er fair flowers frae gang Geordie glen green gude hame heard heart heaven highland house of Stuart ilka Invermay Jacobite James Hogg Jamie Johnie king kiss laddie lady lass lo'e Lochaber lover lyric maid maiden Mary maun merry mither mony morning mourn nae mair naething ne'er never night Nithsdale o'er old song Peggy pleasure poet Ramsay's says Scotland Scottish sigh sing smiles sorrow sung sweet thee There's thou verses weel weep whigs wife Willie wish wooing wyson Yarrow young youth
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Side 341 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Side 301 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Side 19 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans 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.
Side 302 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door, and the charger stood near, So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!
Side 339 - YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...
Side 311 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Side 333 - I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen.' 'If, maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we, That dwell by dale and down. And if thou canst that riddle read, As read full well you may, Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed, As blithe as Queen of May.' Yet sung she, 'Brignall banks are fair, And Greta woods are green; I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen.
Side 357 - Let him on wi' 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! Liberty's in every blow!
Side 68 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side 87 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne.