Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... friend and contemporary John Gower ; a reference to their works passim will satisfactorily prove how highly the love of song was held in this country at the time . A few , however , of the more interesting ones will probably prove ...
... friend and contemporary John Gower ; a reference to their works passim will satisfactorily prove how highly the love of song was held in this country at the time . A few , however , of the more interesting ones will probably prove ...
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... friends a ' , And be kind to Barbara Allan . And slowly , slowly rose she up , And slowly , slowly left him , And sighin ' said , she could not stay , Since death of life had reft him . She hadna gane a mile but twa , When she heard the ...
... friends a ' , And be kind to Barbara Allan . And slowly , slowly rose she up , And slowly , slowly left him , And sighin ' said , she could not stay , Since death of life had reft him . She hadna gane a mile but twa , When she heard the ...
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... friend who has been examining the parish register in Cabrach , Banffshire , says he has lighted on the veritable Roy of Aldivalloch and his once fickle wife , so famous in Scottish song . On 21st February , 1727 , John Roy , lawful son ...
... friend who has been examining the parish register in Cabrach , Banffshire , says he has lighted on the veritable Roy of Aldivalloch and his once fickle wife , so famous in Scottish song . On 21st February , 1727 , John Roy , lawful son ...
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... when the short raptures are all at an end , From beautiful mistress turn sensible friend ? In vain do I praise thee , or strive to SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 71 Oh, he's been lang o' coming! Oh, how could I venture? Nathaniel or Neil.
... when the short raptures are all at an end , From beautiful mistress turn sensible friend ? In vain do I praise thee , or strive to SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 71 Oh, he's been lang o' coming! Oh, how could I venture? Nathaniel or Neil.
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... friendship when passion's no more . LASS , GIN YE LO'E ME . JAMES TYTLER . Born 1747 , died 1805 . I HAE laid a herring in saut- Lass , gin ye lo'e me , tell me now ; I hae brew'd a forpit o ' maut , An ' I canna come ilka day to woo ...
... friendship when passion's no more . LASS , GIN YE LO'E ME . JAMES TYTLER . Born 1747 , died 1805 . I HAE laid a herring in saut- Lass , gin ye lo'e me , tell me now ; I hae brew'd a forpit o ' maut , An ' I canna come ilka day to woo ...
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Términos y frases comunes
aboon ain countrie ain fireside ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld baith beautiful Behave yoursel birks of Aberfeldy blaw bloom blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom braw canna cauld charms dear dearie Delvin dinna doun e'en e'er fair Farewell flower frae Gala water gane gang gi'e gin ye green gude gudeman heart heather heaven Highland laddie Jamie Jeanie John Anderson kiss kye come hame Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes lover Maggie Mary maun melody mither mony nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns siller sing smile snaw stanza sung SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie winna Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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Página 125 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory.
Página 171 - Wha, for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow 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!
Página 283 - MY HEART'S in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 217 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Página 284 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Página 127 - 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 yon knew.
Página 112 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Página 116 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Página 74 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie — The Flowers of the Forest are weded away. Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.
Página 91 - 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? That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?