The Scottish Songs, Volume 1Robert Chambers Ballantyne, 1829 - 370 páginas |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 30
Página
... Allan Cunningham ; but it is , on the other hand , so expensive , that it can come into the possession of only a few . It ap- peared to the editor of the present volumes , that if a collection could be made , comprising all the PREFACE. ...
... Allan Cunningham ; but it is , on the other hand , so expensive , that it can come into the possession of only a few . It ap- peared to the editor of the present volumes , that if a collection could be made , comprising all the PREFACE. ...
Página l
... Allan railed against , for thus annihilating so much of the old characteristic poetry of Scotland . But it should be recollected , that , even if preserved , these things could only be interesting in an antiquarian , and not in a ...
... Allan railed against , for thus annihilating so much of the old characteristic poetry of Scotland . But it should be recollected , that , even if preserved , these things could only be interesting in an antiquarian , and not in a ...
Página lxvii
... Allan's streams , Annie Laurie , Argyle is my name , Armstrong's good night , At setting day , Auld gudeman , ye're a drucken carle , Auld Rob Morris , ( OLD SONG ) Auld lang syne , Auld Rob Morris , ( BURNS ) Auld Robin Gray , Awa ...
... Allan's streams , Annie Laurie , Argyle is my name , Armstrong's good night , At setting day , Auld gudeman , ye're a drucken carle , Auld Rob Morris , ( OLD SONG ) Auld lang syne , Auld Rob Morris , ( BURNS ) Auld Robin Gray , Awa ...
Página lxviii
Robert Chambers. Bannocks o ' barley , Barbara Allan , Bauldy Fraser , • Behave yourself before folk , Behold the hour , the boat arrive , Bess , the gawkie , · Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Bessy and her spinning wheel , Beware o ' bonnie ...
Robert Chambers. Bannocks o ' barley , Barbara Allan , Bauldy Fraser , • Behave yourself before folk , Behold the hour , the boat arrive , Bess , the gawkie , · Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Bessy and her spinning wheel , Beware o ' bonnie ...
Página lxxii
... ( ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ) 326 My native Caledonia , 329 My only jo and dearie , O , 274 My sodger laddie , 459 My spouse Nancie , 101 My tocher's the jewel , 192 My wife's a wanton wee thing , 334 My wife's a winsome wee thing , 335 My wife ...
... ( ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ) 326 My native Caledonia , 329 My only jo and dearie , O , 274 My sodger laddie , 459 My spouse Nancie , 101 My tocher's the jewel , 192 My wife's a wanton wee thing , 334 My wife's a winsome wee thing , 335 My wife ...
Outras edições - Ver tudo
Palavras e frases frequentes
ain true love Allan Allan water Amang baith ballad baloo banks beautiful Birks of Aberfeldy blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS canna cauld Charlie Complaynt of Scotland dance dear dearie Donald Macgillavry doun e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Farewell flowers frae gane gang Gilderoy glen green gude gudewife hame heart Herd's Collection Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jacobite Jamie Jenny Jock John Tod Johnnie king kiss laddie lady laird lass lo'e Lochaber lover Maggie maun merry mony muir nae mair nane ne'er never o'er ower padda Pinkie House puir Ramsay Rob Morris sang Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish song sing sweet Syne Tea-Table Miscellany thee There's thou tune TUNE-The verses wadna weel Whigs wife Willie wooer ye're yestreen young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 13 - 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 133 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Página 204 - 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 134 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 54 - Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Página 189 - My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood ; Ye're like to the bark o...
Página 48 - Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie.
Página 164 - Devouring flames, and murdering steel ! The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath, The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And, stretch'd beneath the' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate, Within my filial breast shall beat...
Página 9 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love I No more of me you knew.
Página 140 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; 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...