SongsW. Blackwood, 1831 - 311 páginas |
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... heard the above song sung in the theatre at Lan- , caster , when the singer substituted the following lines of his own for the last verse : 6 For Jock Bull he is good in a hurry , An ' Sawney is steel to the bane , An ' wee Davie Welsh ...
... heard the above song sung in the theatre at Lan- , caster , when the singer substituted the following lines of his own for the last verse : 6 For Jock Bull he is good in a hurry , An ' Sawney is steel to the bane , An ' wee Davie Welsh ...
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... heard a voice singing ; and a turn of the road soon brought in sight a soldier , who seemed to be either travelling home upon furlough , or returning to his regiment . When the singer approached nearer , I distinguished the notes of my ...
... heard a voice singing ; and a turn of the road soon brought in sight a soldier , who seemed to be either travelling home upon furlough , or returning to his regiment . When the singer approached nearer , I distinguished the notes of my ...
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... heard the song sung by Mr Morison , I never was so agreeably astonished , -I could hardly believe my senses that I had made so good a song without knowing it . FAR over yon hills of the heather sae green , An ' down by the correi that ...
... heard the song sung by Mr Morison , I never was so agreeably astonished , -I could hardly believe my senses that I had made so good a song without knowing it . FAR over yon hills of the heather sae green , An ' down by the correi that ...
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... , And the echoes surrounding Lament with my Mary . I saw her last night , ' Mid the rocks that enclose them , With a child at her knee , And a child at her bosom : I heard her sweet voice ' Mid the depth of [ 22 ] Farewell to Glen-Shalloch,
... , And the echoes surrounding Lament with my Mary . I saw her last night , ' Mid the rocks that enclose them , With a child at her knee , And a child at her bosom : I heard her sweet voice ' Mid the depth of [ 22 ] Farewell to Glen-Shalloch,
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James Hogg. I heard her sweet voice ' Mid the depth of my slumber , And the sang that she sung Was of sorrow and cumber . Sleep sound , my sweet babe , There is nought to alarm thee ; The sons of the valley No power have to harm thee ! I ...
James Hogg. I heard her sweet voice ' Mid the depth of my slumber , And the sang that she sung Was of sorrow and cumber . Sleep sound , my sweet babe , There is nought to alarm thee ; The sons of the valley No power have to harm thee ! I ...
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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
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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