The Songs of Robert Burns, Volume 43Bell and Daldy, 1863 - 319 páginas |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 38
Página 1
... Amang the braes o ' Ballochmyle . With careless step I onward stray'd , My heart rejoic'd in Nature's joy , When musing in a lonely glade , A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like Nature's ...
... Amang the braes o ' Ballochmyle . With careless step I onward stray'd , My heart rejoic'd in Nature's joy , When musing in a lonely glade , A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like Nature's ...
Página 5
... amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my ee . But oh ! she's an heiress , auld Robin's a laird , And my daddie has nought but a cot - house and yard ; A wooer like me ...
... amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my ee . But oh ! she's an heiress , auld Robin's a laird , And my daddie has nought but a cot - house and yard ; A wooer like me ...
Página 16
... Amang her nestlings , sits the thrush ; Her faithfu ' mate will share her toil , Or wi ' his song her cares beguile : But I wi ' my sweet nurslings here , Nae mate to help , nae mate to cheer , Pass widow'd nights and joyless days ...
... Amang her nestlings , sits the thrush ; Her faithfu ' mate will share her toil , Or wi ' his song her cares beguile : But I wi ' my sweet nurslings here , Nae mate to help , nae mate to cheer , Pass widow'd nights and joyless days ...
Página 18
... amang the heather - bells , And tent the waving corn wi ' me . " Now what could artless Jeanie do ? She had nae will to say him na : At length she blush'd a sweet consent , And love was aye between them twa . PHILLIS THE FAIR . TUNE ...
... amang the heather - bells , And tent the waving corn wi ' me . " Now what could artless Jeanie do ? She had nae will to say him na : At length she blush'd a sweet consent , And love was aye between them twa . PHILLIS THE FAIR . TUNE ...
Página 28
... My bonnie dearie . HARK ! the mavis ' evening sang , Sounding Clouden's woods amang ; Then a - faulding let us gang , My bonnie dearie . Ca ' the , & c . We'll gae down by Clouden side , Through the hazels 28 THE SONGS.
... My bonnie dearie . HARK ! the mavis ' evening sang , Sounding Clouden's woods amang ; Then a - faulding let us gang , My bonnie dearie . Ca ' the , & c . We'll gae down by Clouden side , Through the hazels 28 THE SONGS.
Outras edições - Ver tudo
Palavras e frases frequentes
aboon ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks barley birds Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blink blithe bloom bonnie lass bonnie Mary bosom bower braes breast Buy braw troggin canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil dimin e'en e'er Eppie fair Farewell flower fortune's frae Gala Water glen green grows bonnie wi gude hame heart Here's a health Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss lassie lawin lo'es luve Mally's maun monie morning nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre Phillis pleasure roar rue grows bonnie siller simmer sing snaw soger sweet syne tear thee thine thou hast thyme Tibbie wander wanton weary weel Whigs wife wild Willie win my love wind winna wither'd ye'll Ye're young young Jessie
Passagens conhecidas
Página 61 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 79 - DELIGHT." [JE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu...
Página 91 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Página 140 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Página 171 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Página 97 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie The boat rocks at the pier o...
Página 97 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. Y heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 230 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear — We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Página 66 - But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi
Página 66 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.