The Scottish Songs, Bind 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 sider |
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... lady whom he af- terwards made his queen . * * There was another , begin- ning Yas sen , & c .; and another still , a very elabo- rate and very humorous composition , called At Bel- tayn . This last some persons at Dalkeith and Gar ...
... lady whom he af- terwards made his queen . * * There was another , begin- ning Yas sen , & c .; and another still , a very elabo- rate and very humorous composition , called At Bel- tayn . This last some persons at Dalkeith and Gar ...
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... Lady , help your preson- eir , Kyng Villyamis note , The lange noune nou , The Chapel valk , Faytht is there none , Skald a bellis nou , The Abirdenis nou , Brume brume on hil , Allone I veip in grit distres , Trolee lolee lemmendou ...
... Lady , help your preson- eir , Kyng Villyamis note , The lange noune nou , The Chapel valk , Faytht is there none , Skald a bellis nou , The Abirdenis nou , Brume brume on hil , Allone I veip in grit distres , Trolee lolee lemmendou ...
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... Lady Mouse , baith jimp and sma ' ? What is't that sits next the bride , But the sola puddy wi ' his yellow side ? Syne cam the deuk , but and the drake ; The deuk took puddy , and garred him squaik . Then cam in the carl cat , Wi ' a ...
... Lady Mouse , baith jimp and sma ' ? What is't that sits next the bride , But the sola puddy wi ' his yellow side ? Syne cam the deuk , but and the drake ; The deuk took puddy , and garred him squaik . Then cam in the carl cat , Wi ' a ...
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... lady mine ? When the frog desires him to take The auld mill lewer , ( or lever . ) God sen the duc had bidden in France , and Dela- baute had nevyr cum hame . This was probably the first half - stanza of a ballad on the unhappy regency ...
... lady mine ? When the frog desires him to take The auld mill lewer , ( or lever . ) God sen the duc had bidden in France , and Dela- baute had nevyr cum hame . This was probably the first half - stanza of a ballad on the unhappy regency ...
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... ladies they do repair , In fresh mornings before the day ; And are in mirth aye mair and mair , Through gladness of this lusty May . Of every moneth in the year , To mirthful May there is no peer ; Her glittering garments are so gay ...
... ladies they do repair , In fresh mornings before the day ; And are in mirth aye mair and mair , Through gladness of this lusty May . Of every moneth in the year , To mirthful May there is no peer ; Her glittering garments are so gay ...
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ain true love Allan Allan water Amang baith ballad baloo banks beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS canna cauld Charlie Complaynt of Scotland dance dear dearie Donald Macgillavry doun e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang Gilderoy glen green gude gudewife hame heart Herd's Collection Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jacobite Jamie Jenny Jock John Tod Johnnie king kiss laddie lady laird lass lo'e Lochaber lover Maggie maun merry mony muir nae mair nane ne'er never o'er ower padda Pinkie House puir Ramsay Rob Morris sang Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish song sing sweet Syne Tea-Table Miscellany thee There's thou tune TUNE-The verses wadna weel Whigs wife Willie wooer ye're yestreen young
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Side 133 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
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Side 54 - Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Side 189 - My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood ; Ye're like to the bark o...
Side 48 - Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie.
Side 164 - Devouring flames, and murdering steel ! The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath, The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And, stretch'd beneath the' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate, Within my filial breast shall beat...
Side 9 - 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 I No more of me you knew.
Side 140 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...