SongsWilliam Blackwood, 1831 - 311 páginas |
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... 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 is a widdy , An ' Paddy ...
... 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 is a widdy , An ' Paddy ...
Página 9
... come near ye ! His leifu ' sang the robin sung On the bough that hung sae near me , Wi ' tender grief my heart was wrung , For O , the strain was dreary ! The robin's sang it coudnae be That gart the tear [ 9 ] The Broom sae Green,
... come near ye ! His leifu ' sang the robin sung On the bough that hung sae near me , Wi ' tender grief my heart was wrung , For O , the strain was dreary ! The robin's sang it coudnae be That gart the tear [ 9 ] The Broom sae Green,
Página 11
... 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 sings to the sea ...
... 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 sings to the sea ...
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... sung Was of sorrow and cumber . 66 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 ...
... sung Was of sorrow and cumber . 66 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 ...
Página 26
... sung , except by one young lady ( Miss Forrest ) , was in the theatre at Lancaster , by the same man who sung Donald M'Donald , a Scotsman , I think , of the name of M'Rae . He sung it to a monotonous tune , and it did not take well ...
... sung , except by one young lady ( Miss Forrest ) , was in the theatre at Lancaster , by the same man who sung Donald M'Donald , a Scotsman , I think , of the name of M'Rae . He sung it to a monotonous tune , and it did not take well ...
Términos y frases comunes
amang anwother Athol cummers auld baith beauty Birniebouzle blue bonnet Bonny laddie bonny Prince Charlie bosom bower braes braken brave breeze canna Carterhaugh Charlie Charlie Stuart cheek claymore dear Deloraine dinna Doctor Monroe Donald M'Gillavry Farewell flower flowers of Scotland follow thee frae gane gang Geordie glen gloaming Grampian range green hast heard heart heather heaven Highland hill ilka Jacobite kye comes hame lady land lass lassie lone M'Donald maiden mair Mary maun Minstrel Moidart moon morning mountain naething Nanny ne'er never Niel Gow night wi nought o'er plaid rin awa sang Scotland Scottish set to music SHEPHERD sing sleep smile Stuarts of Appin sung sweet There's thine thou art Twommy verses wake wi wave weary weel Whigs Whoy wild women fo'k ye'll young
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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 14 - Athol, lad wi' the philabeg, Down by the Tummel, or banks o' the Garry ; Saw ye our lads, wi' their bonnets and white cockades, Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie ? Follow thee ! follow thee ! wha wadna follow thee ? Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly : Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee, King o...
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 51 - 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' man can name ? 'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame.
Página 43 - 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 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 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 223 - Then calmly aneath the hand o' death Breathe its sweet soul away. O dinna break, my poor auld heart, Nor at thy loss repine, For the unseen hand that threw the dart Was sent frae her Father and thine ; Yet I maun mourn, an...
Página 97 - An' Charlie, he's my darling, My darling, my darling, Charlie, he's my darling, 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 through, An' Charlie, &c. Sae light's he jumped up the stair, And tirl'd at the pin; And wha sae ready as hersel
Página 221 - Wi' the raptured kiss an' the happy smile, An' the dance o' the lightsome fay, An' the wee bit tale o' news the while That had happen' d when I was away. I hae naebody now, I hae naebody now To clasp to my bosom at even, O'er her calm sleep to breathe the vow, An' pray for a blessing from heaven An...