SongsW. Blackwood, 1831 - 311 páginas |
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... sorrow for Scotland and me ! The target is torn from the arm of the just , The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave , The claymore for ever in darkness must rust , But red is the sword of the stranger and slave ; The hoof of the ...
... sorrow for Scotland and me ! The target is torn from the arm of the just , The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave , The claymore for ever in darkness must rust , But red is the sword of the stranger and slave ; The hoof of the ...
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... 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'll sing thee to rest In the balloch untrodden , With a coronach sad For the slain of Culloden ...
... 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'll sing thee to rest In the balloch untrodden , With a coronach sad For the slain of Culloden ...
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... sorrow , The stars have wept blood over hamlet and lea ; O ! is there no day - spring for Scotland — no morrow Of bright renovation for souls of the free ? Yes , One above all hath beheld our devotion , Our valour and faith are not hid ...
... sorrow , The stars have wept blood over hamlet and lea ; O ! is there no day - spring for Scotland — no morrow Of bright renovation for souls of the free ? Yes , One above all hath beheld our devotion , Our valour and faith are not hid ...
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... about on the mountain , The last o ' their shealings to see ; " O , hon a Righ ! " cried poor Donald ; " There's naething but sorrow for me ! " Now our three noble lads are in hiding , Afar 48 THE THREE MEN OF MORISTON .
... about on the mountain , The last o ' their shealings to see ; " O , hon a Righ ! " cried poor Donald ; " There's naething but sorrow for me ! " Now our three noble lads are in hiding , Afar 48 THE THREE MEN OF MORISTON .
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... late heard , from thy cavern ascending , A low sounding chime , as of sorrow and dole , Some spirit unseen on the relic attending , Thus sung the last strain of the warrior's soul : " My country , farewell ! for the days are [ 75 ]
... late heard , from thy cavern ascending , A low sounding chime , as of sorrow and dole , Some spirit unseen on the relic attending , Thus sung the last strain of the warrior's soul : " My country , farewell ! for the days are [ 75 ]
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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
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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