The Scottish Songs, Bind 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 sider |
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... tree she sat , Sing with notes clear . Joly Robin , • Goe to the green wood to thy lemane . Titbore , tatbore , what corn maw ye ? Aiken brake at barnes door . What horse in the towne Shall I ride on ? · · Come all your old malt to me ...
... tree she sat , Sing with notes clear . Joly Robin , • Goe to the green wood to thy lemane . Titbore , tatbore , what corn maw ye ? Aiken brake at barnes door . What horse in the towne Shall I ride on ? · · Come all your old malt to me ...
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... tree . Come row me round about , bony dowie . · · So sweetly sings the nightingale , For love truly , loly lola . • · All the moane that I make , sayes the gudeman , Who's to have my wife , deid when I am : Care for thy winding - sheet ...
... tree . Come row me round about , bony dowie . · · So sweetly sings the nightingale , For love truly , loly lola . • · All the moane that I make , sayes the gudeman , Who's to have my wife , deid when I am : Care for thy winding - sheet ...
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... tree , 628 360 282 620 435 The Highland baloo , The Highland laddie , The Highland plaid , The Highland queen , The Highland widow , 107 256 253 200 464 The humble beggar , 140 The husband's song , 649 The jollie beggar , 358 The jolly ...
... tree , 628 360 282 620 435 The Highland baloo , The Highland laddie , The Highland plaid , The Highland queen , The Highland widow , 107 256 253 200 464 The humble beggar , 140 The husband's song , 649 The jollie beggar , 358 The jolly ...
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... tree ; Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul , When nature all is sad like me ! * wwwww ............ A WEARY LOT IS THINE . SIR WALTER SCOTT . A WEARY lot is thine , fair maid , A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to ...
... tree ; Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul , When nature all is sad like me ! * wwwww ............ A WEARY LOT IS THINE . SIR WALTER SCOTT . A WEARY lot is thine , fair maid , A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to ...
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... village in the centre of Berwickshire , with a green , in the centre of which three thorns grow within a little enclosure . These trees are the successors of one aged thorn , which , A kindly welcome you shall meet Frae her , wha 20.
... village in the centre of Berwickshire , with a green , in the centre of which three thorns grow within a little enclosure . These trees are the successors of one aged thorn , which , A kindly welcome you shall meet Frae her , wha 20.
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Allan Allan water amang auld baith ballad baloo banks beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS canna cauld Complaynt of Scotland dance dear dearie Donald Macgillavry doun Dumbarton's Drums e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang Gilderoy glen green gude gudeman gudewife hame heart Herd's Collection Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jacobite Jenny John Tod Johnnie king kiss laddie lady laird lass lo'e Lochaber lover maun merry mony nae mair nane ne'er never o'er ower padda Pinkie House puir Ramsay Rob Morris sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum Scottish song sing sung sweet Tea-Table Miscellany thee There's thou toun tune TUNE-The wadna weel Whigs wife Willie ye're yestreen young
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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 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! " Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
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 289 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? Vol.
Side 290 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
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 246 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving : There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving...
Side liv - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Side 131 - I've heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking Lasses a' lilting before dawn of day : But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning, The Flowers of the forest are a
Side 121 - I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee ; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak had power to move thee : But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.