Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... snaw's inclemencie ; " Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry ; But my love's heart grown cauld to me . When we came in by Glasgow toun , We were a comely sicht to see ; My love was clad in the black velvet , And I mysel ' in cramasie ...
... snaw's inclemencie ; " Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry ; But my love's heart grown cauld to me . When we came in by Glasgow toun , We were a comely sicht to see ; My love was clad in the black velvet , And I mysel ' in cramasie ...
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... snaw - drift , Her neck is like the swan , Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on ; That e'er the sun shone on , And dark blue is her ee ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee . Like dew on the gowan lying ...
... snaw - drift , Her neck is like the swan , Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on ; That e'er the sun shone on , And dark blue is her ee ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee . Like dew on the gowan lying ...
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... snaw : Come under my plaidie , and sit down beside me ; There's room in't , dear lassie , believe me , for twa . Come under my plaidie , and sit down beside me ; I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw : Come under my plaidie ...
... snaw : Come under my plaidie , and sit down beside me ; There's room in't , dear lassie , believe me , for twa . Come under my plaidie , and sit down beside me ; I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw : Come under my plaidie ...
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... snaw : The howlet was screeming ; while Johnnie cried , " Women Wad marry auld Nick if he'd keep them aye braw ! Oh , the deil's in the lassies ! they gang now sae braw ; They'll lie down wi ' auld men o ' threescore and twa ; The haill ...
... snaw : The howlet was screeming ; while Johnnie cried , " Women Wad marry auld Nick if he'd keep them aye braw ! Oh , the deil's in the lassies ! they gang now sae braw ; They'll lie down wi ' auld men o ' threescore and twa ; The haill ...
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... snaw ; It's a ' to pleasure our gudeman— He likes to see them braw . For there's nae luck , & c . There are twa hens into the crib Hae fed this month or mair ; Mak haste and thraw their necks about , That Colin weel may fare . And ...
... snaw ; It's a ' to pleasure our gudeman— He likes to see them braw . For there's nae luck , & c . There are twa hens into the crib Hae fed this month or mair ; Mak haste and thraw their necks about , That Colin weel may fare . And ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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?