The Scottish Songs, Volume 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 páginas |
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Página xxi
... mony vther melodious sangis , the quhilkis I haif nocht in me- morye . " We have here the first lines or titles of thirty - seven songs , which no man can doubt were fashionable in the year 1549. If it were possible to give each of them ...
... mony vther melodious sangis , the quhilkis I haif nocht in me- morye . " We have here the first lines or titles of thirty - seven songs , which no man can doubt were fashionable in the year 1549. If it were possible to give each of them ...
Página xxxiv
... mony uther lycht dancis , the quhilk are ower prolixt to be rehersit . Yit , nochtheles , I sal rehers sa mony as ma ingyne can put in memorye . In the fyrst , thay dancit , All Chrystin mennis dance , The north of Scotland , Huntis up ...
... mony uther lycht dancis , the quhilk are ower prolixt to be rehersit . Yit , nochtheles , I sal rehers sa mony as ma ingyne can put in memorye . In the fyrst , thay dancit , All Chrystin mennis dance , The north of Scotland , Huntis up ...
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... mony thing brawer than that , I declare , Gin she will gang wi ' me to Paisley fair . And when we are married , I'll keep her a cow , And Maggie will milk when I gae to plow ; We'll live a ' the winter on beef and lang kail , And feast ...
... mony thing brawer than that , I declare , Gin she will gang wi ' me to Paisley fair . And when we are married , I'll keep her a cow , And Maggie will milk when I gae to plow ; We'll live a ' the winter on beef and lang kail , And feast ...
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... mony a sad and sour look , And aye her head she'd shake . My dear , quoth I , what aileth thee , To look sae sour on me ? I'll never do the like again , If you'll ne'er tak the gee . When that she heard , she ran , she flang Her arms ...
... mony a sad and sour look , And aye her head she'd shake . My dear , quoth I , what aileth thee , To look sae sour on me ? I'll never do the like again , If you'll ne'er tak the gee . When that she heard , she ran , she flang Her arms ...
Página 33
... mony a sappy kiss I gat . I hae been east , I hae been west , I hae been far ayont the sun ; But the blythest lad that e'er I saw , Was Andro wi ' his cuttie gun . * BLYTHE WAS SHE . BURNS . TUNE - Andrew and his Cuttie Gun . BLYTHE ...
... mony a sappy kiss I gat . I hae been east , I hae been west , I hae been far ayont the sun ; But the blythest lad that e'er I saw , Was Andro wi ' his cuttie gun . * BLYTHE WAS SHE . BURNS . TUNE - Andrew and his Cuttie Gun . BLYTHE ...
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Allan Allan water amang auld baith ballad baloo banks beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS canna cauld Complaynt of Scotland dance dear dearie Donald Macgillavry doun Dumbarton's Drums e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang Gilderoy glen green gude gudeman gudewife hame heart Herd's Collection Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jacobite Jenny John Tod Johnnie king kiss laddie lady laird lass lo'e Lochaber lover maun merry mony nae mair nane ne'er never o'er ower padda Pinkie House puir Ramsay Rob Morris sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum Scottish song sing sung sweet Tea-Table Miscellany thee There's thou toun tune TUNE-The wadna weel Whigs wife Willie ye're yestreen young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 19 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 290 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! " Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Página 234 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 289 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? Vol.
Página 290 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Página 234 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 246 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving : There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving...
Página liv - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Página 131 - I've heard them lilting, at our ewe-milking Lasses a' lilting before dawn of day : But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning, The Flowers of the forest are a
Página 121 - I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee ; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak had power to move thee : But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.