SongsW. Blackwood, 1831 - 311 páginas |
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... If they are wae , how weel may I ? Nae grief like mine aneath the sky , The lad I lo'e he cares nae by Though my fond heart is breaking ! FLORA MACDONALD'S FAREWELL WAS composed to an air handed me 10 THE BROOM SAE GREEN .
... If they are wae , how weel may I ? Nae grief like mine aneath the sky , The lad I lo'e he cares nae by Though my fond heart is breaking ! FLORA MACDONALD'S FAREWELL WAS composed to an air handed me 10 THE BROOM SAE GREEN .
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James Hogg. FLORA MACDONALD'S FAREWELL WAS composed to an air handed me by the late lamented Niel Gow , junior . He said it was an ancient Skye air , but after- wards told me it was his own . When I first heard the song sung by Mr ...
James Hogg. FLORA MACDONALD'S FAREWELL WAS composed to an air handed me by the late lamented Niel Gow , junior . He said it was an ancient Skye air , but after- wards told me it was his own . When I first heard the song sung by Mr ...
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... composed from a scrap of a translation in prose of what Mrs Fraser said was a Gaelic song . FAREWELL to Glen - Shalloch , A farewell for ever ! Farewell to my wee cot That stands by the river ! The fall is loud sounding In voices that ...
... composed from a scrap of a translation in prose of what Mrs Fraser said was a Gaelic song . FAREWELL to Glen - Shalloch , A farewell for ever ! Farewell to my wee cot That stands by the river ! The fall is loud sounding In voices that ...
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... composed the air to which it is set in the Border Garland , but it is oftener sung to another composed by a young lady . CALEDONIA ! thou land of the mountain and rock , Of the ocean , the mist , and the wind- Thou land of the torrent ...
... composed the air to which it is set in the Border Garland , but it is oftener sung to another composed by a young lady . CALEDONIA ! thou land of the mountain and rock , Of the ocean , the mist , and the wind- Thou land of the torrent ...
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... composed the following verses for it that I could croon to myself . The late Mrs Gray went over and corrected them next day . It has been by far the most popular love - song I ever wrote . For the air , see The Border Garland . O , MY ...
... composed the following verses for it that I could croon to myself . The late Mrs Gray went over and corrected them next day . It has been by far the most popular love - song I ever wrote . For the air , see The Border Garland . O , MY ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amang anwother Athol cummers auld baith beauty blue bonnet Bonny laddie bonny Prince Charlie Border Garland bosom bower Brackadale brae braken brave breeze brow canna Charlie Charlie Stuart cheek claymore dear Deloraine dinna Doctor Monroe Donald M'Gillavry Farewell flower flowers of Scotland follow thee frae gallant gane Geordie glen gloaming green hast heard heart heather heaven Highland hill ilka Jacobite Jeanie kye comes hame lady land lass lassie M'Donald M'Intosh maiden mair maun Minstrel Moidart morning mountain Nanny ne'er never Niel Gow night nought o'er Oh-hon Prince rin awa sang Scotland Scottish set to music SHEPHERD sing sleep smile song sorrow Stuarts of Appin sung sweet syangs tear thine thou art Twommy verses wake weary weel Whigs Whoy wild women fo'k written young
Pasajes populares
Página 96 - Twas on a Monday morning Right early in the year, That Charlie came to our town — The Young Chevalier! As he was walking up the street The city for to view, O, there he spied a bonie lass The window looking thro...
Página 53 - There the blackbird bigs his nest For the mate he loes to see, And on the topmost bough, O, a happy bird is he; Where he pours his melting ditty, And love is a' the theme, And he'll woo his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame.
Página 53 - Drops down, an' thinks nae shame To woo his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame. See yonder pawkie shepherd, That lingers on the hill, His ewes are in the fauld, An' his lambs are lying still; Yet he downa gang to bed. For his heart is in a flame, To meet his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame. When the little wee bit heart Rises high in the breast, An' the little wee bit starn Rises red in the east, O there's a joy sae dear, That the heart can hardly frame, Wi...
Página 201 - Shrill was the bugle's note ! dreadful the warriors' shout ! Lances and halberds in splinters were borne; Helmet and hauberk then Braved the claymore in vain, Buckler and armlet in shivers were shorn. See how they wane — the proud files of the Windermere! Howard — ah ! woe to thy hopes of the day ! Hear the wide welkin rend, While the Scots...
Página 15 - 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. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the...
Página 16 - Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — 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. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical...
Página 43 - Peter the skinman, An' Geordie our deacon, for want of a better, An Bess, wha delights in the sins that beset her. O, worthy St Andrew, we canna compel ye, But ye ken as weel as a body can tell ye, If these gang to heaven, we'll a' be sae shockit, Your garret o' blue will but thinly be stockit.
Página 51 - HAME" COME, all ye jolly shepherds That whistle through the glen, I'll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken: What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o
Página 119 - WEEL befa' the maiden gay, In cottage, bught, or penn ! An' weel befa' the bonny May That wons in yonder glen ! Wha lo'es the modest truth sae weel, Wha's aye sae kind, an
Página 120 - O'er a' the sons o' men ; But deadliest far the sacred flame Burns in a lonely glen ! There's beauty in the violet's vest — There's hinney in the haw — There's dew within the rose's breast, The sweetest o