The Songs of England and Scotland, Volumen2J. Cochrane, 1835 - 675 páginas |
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... lovers all that are in care To their ladies they do repair , In fresh morning before the day ; And are in mirth aye mair and mair , Through gladness of this lusty May . Of everie moneth in the year To mirthful May there INTRODUCTION . xi.
... lovers all that are in care To their ladies they do repair , In fresh morning before the day ; And are in mirth aye mair and mair , Through gladness of this lusty May . Of everie moneth in the year To mirthful May there INTRODUCTION . xi.
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... thy sweets , Thy favours are but like the wind , That kisses every thing it meets . And since thou can with more than one , Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none The morning rose , that untouch'd stands , Arm❜d with SONGS OF SCOTLAND . 15.
... thy sweets , Thy favours are but like the wind , That kisses every thing it meets . And since thou can with more than one , Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none The morning rose , that untouch'd stands , Arm❜d with SONGS OF SCOTLAND . 15.
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The morning rose , that untouch'd stands , Arm❜d with her briers , how sweetly smells ! But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands , Her sweets no longer with her dwells ; But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves fall from her ...
The morning rose , that untouch'd stands , Arm❜d with her briers , how sweetly smells ! But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands , Her sweets no longer with her dwells ; But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves fall from her ...
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... morning early , While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain , From flowers which grew so rarely ; I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid , . She shin'd , though it was foggie ; I ask'd her name : Kind Sir , she said , My name is Kath'rine Ogie ...
... morning early , While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain , From flowers which grew so rarely ; I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid , . She shin'd , though it was foggie ; I ask'd her name : Kind Sir , she said , My name is Kath'rine Ogie ...
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... morning - dew . O wherefore shu'd I busk my head ? Or wherefore shu'd I kame my hair ? For my true love has me forsook , And says he'll never lo'e me mair . Now Arthur - seat sall be my bed , The sheits shall neir be press'd by me ...
... morning - dew . O wherefore shu'd I busk my head ? Or wherefore shu'd I kame my hair ? For my true love has me forsook , And says he'll never lo'e me mair . Now Arthur - seat sall be my bed , The sheits shall neir be press'd by me ...
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Página 290 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 274 - 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...
Página 234 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, O!
Página 219 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Página 293 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand. And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Página 244 - THAT AND A' THAT Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a
Página 301 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Página 275 - 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?
Página 256 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Página 275 - While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.