The Songs of Scotland, Ancient and Modern: With an Introduction and Notes, Historical and Critical, and Characters of the Lyric Poets, Volume 3J. Taylor, 1825 |
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... e'er sae black , Gin she hae the name o ' siller , Set her upon Tintock tap , The wind will blaw a man till her . Be a lassie e'er sae fair , An ' she want the penny siller , A flie may fell her in the air Before a man be even'd till ...
... e'er sae black , Gin she hae the name o ' siller , Set her upon Tintock tap , The wind will blaw a man till her . Be a lassie e'er sae fair , An ' she want the penny siller , A flie may fell her in the air Before a man be even'd till ...
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... e'er saw Irish land , my We e'er saw Irish land . dear , Now a ' is done that men can do , An ' a ' is done in vain : My love an ' native land , fareweel ! For I maun cross the main , my dear , For I maun cross the main . He turn'd him ...
... e'er saw Irish land , my We e'er saw Irish land . dear , Now a ' is done that men can do , An ' a ' is done in vain : My love an ' native land , fareweel ! For I maun cross the main , my dear , For I maun cross the main . He turn'd him ...
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... e'er we meet , she shows disdain , She looks as ne'er acquainted . The bonny bush bloom'd fair in May , Its sweets I'll ay remember ; But now her frowns make it decay , It fades as in December . Ye rural powers , who hear my strains ...
... e'er we meet , she shows disdain , She looks as ne'er acquainted . The bonny bush bloom'd fair in May , Its sweets I'll ay remember ; But now her frowns make it decay , It fades as in December . Ye rural powers , who hear my strains ...
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... e'er that dwelt on Tweed Could play with half such art . He sung of Tay , of Forth and Clyde , The hills and dales all round , Of Leader haughs , and Leader side- Oh ! how I bless'd the sound . Yet more delightful is the broom So fair ...
... e'er that dwelt on Tweed Could play with half such art . He sung of Tay , of Forth and Clyde , The hills and dales all round , Of Leader haughs , and Leader side- Oh ! how I bless'd the sound . Yet more delightful is the broom So fair ...
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... e'er I stay , Or linger when she bid me run ? She only had the word to say , And all she wish'd was quickly done . I always think of her , but she Does ne'er bestow a thought on me . To let her cows my clover taste , Have I not rose by ...
... e'er I stay , Or linger when she bid me run ? She only had the word to say , And all she wish'd was quickly done . I always think of her , but she Does ne'er bestow a thought on me . To let her cows my clover taste , Have I not rose by ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aboon Allan Ramsay amang ancient auld baith beauty Bessy Bell bird birks blithe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes of Yarrow braw breast bride Burns busk canna cauld Charlie charms cheek cobite coming dance dear dearie dearie-o Derwentwater Donald Macgillavry Duke of Cumberland Dumbarton's drums e'er fair flowers frae gang Geordie grace green gude hame heard heart highland house of Stuart ilka Invermay Jacobite James Hogg Jamie Kenmure's king kiss laddie lady laird lass Lochaber Lord lover lyric maid maiden Mallie's maun merry mither morning mourn nae mair naething ne'er never Nithsdale o'er the moor old song Peggy poet Ramsay's says Scotland Scottish sigh sing smiles snishing sorrow sung sweet sword ta'en thee There's thou verses weel weep whigs wife Willie winna wish ye'r young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 316 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ! Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The Schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.
Página iii - Saddled and bridled and booted rode he, A plume in his helmet, a sword at his knee. 210C.6 But toom cam his saddle, all bloody to see, Oh, hame cam his guid horse, but never cam he!
Página 290 - ... Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath, Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear, Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair...
Página 316 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Página 134 - ... the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.
Página 315 - Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove ' Thou messenger of spring ! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green Thy certain voice we hear : Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? VOL. III. Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
Página 79 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart...
Página 135 - Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest...
Página 43 - Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Página 44 - Flows Yarrow sweet? As sweet, as sweet flows Tweed ; As green its grass, its gowan as yellow ; As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple from its rocks as mellow.