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Side 9
... dear heart ! sae bonnie an ' sae gude , ' he whispered softly and fervently . III . Jessie was kindly welcomed back by her mistress and the young ladies : they had missed her much . The house looked quite dirty and untidy , and not like ...
... dear heart ! sae bonnie an ' sae gude , ' he whispered softly and fervently . III . Jessie was kindly welcomed back by her mistress and the young ladies : they had missed her much . The house looked quite dirty and untidy , and not like ...
Side 24
... DEAR JESSIE - I am afraid you are unhappy , and I have found means to write these few lines , to beg you not to be so on my account . I do not say , Jessie , that I shall not feel the disgrace of a public trial ; but I only speak the ...
... DEAR JESSIE - I am afraid you are unhappy , and I have found means to write these few lines , to beg you not to be so on my account . I do not say , Jessie , that I shall not feel the disgrace of a public trial ; but I only speak the ...
Side 26
... dear , dear sake . O Jessie , ye are mair to me than a ' the warld ! A ' the gear , an ' the bonny hoos , I ha ' nae pleasure in but for you ' - Here Robin suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence , on catching a glimpse of ...
... dear , dear sake . O Jessie , ye are mair to me than a ' the warld ! A ' the gear , an ' the bonny hoos , I ha ' nae pleasure in but for you ' - Here Robin suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence , on catching a glimpse of ...
Side 28
... DEAR , DEAR ROBIN - Forgie me for calling ye sae once more . I dinna call ye my Robin , for that , I ken weel , ye can never be . Ye said yoursel ' that nae thief should ever be your wife , and ye are right ; and O Robin , it's no Helen ...
... DEAR , DEAR ROBIN - Forgie me for calling ye sae once more . I dinna call ye my Robin , for that , I ken weel , ye can never be . Ye said yoursel ' that nae thief should ever be your wife , and ye are right ; and O Robin , it's no Helen ...
Side 10
... dear , and by far a larger number did not care for them good or bad . Alas ! how often did poor Jean cry bitterly when , after wandering through a cold wintry day , he did not succeed in pro- curing even a few halfpence ! How often did ...
... dear , and by far a larger number did not care for them good or bad . Alas ! how often did poor Jean cry bitterly when , after wandering through a cold wintry day , he did not succeed in pro- curing even a few halfpence ! How often did ...
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Admiral de Coligny Andrayne army began benevolent bite bonnie Braes busk called Catholic child Confalonieri daughter dear death distress door Dr Fulton Duke Duke of Guise Duke of Orleans eggs Eustache eyes fangs father feelings felt frae France Frank French friends girl grief hand happy head heard heart Helen Gray Henry hope Huguenots Jacobin Club Jane Jean Vigier Jeanne Jeanne d'Albret Jessie Jessie's kind king of Navarre lady League length living looked Louis Louis XVI maun means mind Minghini Monsieur Belin morning mother Napoleon never night noble Paris Pauline persons poor prince Prince of Condé prison Protestants reptile Robin Saint-Servan Salvotti seemed serpents shew sister snake St Germain-en-Laye suffering Sully thee thou thought tion Todlaw Mains took Uncle Joshua viper whilst wife woman words Yarrow young Logie
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Side 21 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now — upon them with the lance! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Side 5 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Side 22 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Side 29 - ... grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see : My Love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysell in cramasie. But had I wist, before I kist...
Side 5 - Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said,
Side 2 - Flows Yarrow sweet ? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed, As green its grass, its gowan as yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow.
Side 22 - Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron, They hae laid a' right sair on me ; Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound Into this dungeon dark and dreirie.
Side 4 - Wi ae lock o his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. "Mony a one for him makes mane, But nane sail ken where he is gane; Oer his white banes when they are bare, The wind sail blaw for evermair.
Side 1 - Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.