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Whan war had broke in on the peace o ' auld men , And frae Chelsea to arms
they were summon ' d again , Twa vet ' rans grown grey , wi ' their muskets sair
foil ' d , Wi ' a sigh were relating how hard they had toil ' d . The drum it was
beating ...
Whan war had broke in on the peace o ' auld men , And frae Chelsea to arms
they were summon ' d again , Twa vet ' rans grown grey , wi ' their muskets sair
foil ' d , Wi ' a sigh were relating how hard they had toil ' d . The drum it was
beating ...
Página 171
Wi ' music wild the woodlands rang , An ' fragrance wing ' d alang the lee , When
down we sat , the flowers amang , Upon the banks o ' stately Dee : My Julia ' s
arms encircled me ; Then sweetly slade the hours awa , Till dawning coost a ...
Wi ' music wild the woodlands rang , An ' fragrance wing ' d alang the lee , When
down we sat , the flowers amang , Upon the banks o ' stately Dee : My Julia ' s
arms encircled me ; Then sweetly slade the hours awa , Till dawning coost a ...
Página 220
Overtaken by the shades of night , in a solitary part of the country , a cold and
shivering faintness fell upon Rosie , and she sunk almost lifeless into the harper '
s arms . His tartan plaid he unbound from his arm , and hastily wrapped it round
her ...
Overtaken by the shades of night , in a solitary part of the country , a cold and
shivering faintness fell upon Rosie , and she sunk almost lifeless into the harper '
s arms . His tartan plaid he unbound from his arm , and hastily wrapped it round
her ...
Página 261
Curs ' d be the heart that hatch ' d the thought , And curs ' d the hand that fir ' d the
shot , When in my arms my Helen drop ' d , And died to succour me . O think na
ye my heart was sair , My love dropt down and spake nae mair ! O think na ye ...
Curs ' d be the heart that hatch ' d the thought , And curs ' d the hand that fir ' d the
shot , When in my arms my Helen drop ' d , And died to succour me . O think na
ye my heart was sair , My love dropt down and spake nae mair ! O think na ye ...
Página 314
When lock ' d arm in arm we retire from the city , To stray through the meadow or
shadowy grove , How oft do I wake her ... To wander delighted with her all the
day ; When sadness dejects , in my arms to enfold her , And kiss , in soft raptures
...
When lock ' d arm in arm we retire from the city , To stray through the meadow or
shadowy grove , How oft do I wake her ... To wander delighted with her all the
day ; When sadness dejects , in my arms to enfold her , And kiss , in soft raptures
...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amang appear arms auld banks beautiful blaw bloom blythe bonnie bosom braes breast cauld charms coggie comes composed dear dearie early fair Farewell fear feelings flowers frae friends gang glen green hame hand happy heart Highland hills hope hour I'll ilka Jamie Jean John kind laddie land langsyne lass lassie leave live look lover Mary maun meet mind morning nae mair nature ne'er never night o'er peace piece pleasure poor rose round sang scenes Scottish seen side sing smile song soon sweet tear tell thee There's thing thou thought thro tree true TUNE verses wander weel wild wind winter wish woods wooing young
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Página 95 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Página 33 - 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...
Página 34 - 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.
Página 18 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Página 311 - Thou'rt welcome to it dearly ! For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor ; But glory is the sodger's prize ; The sodger's wealth is...
Página 162 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Página 25 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Página 135 - Glen? Yestreen at the Valentines' dealing, My heart to my mou gied a sten : For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written, Tam Glen. The last Halloween I was waukin My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken ; His likeness cam up the house staukin — And the very grey breeks o...
Página 25 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Página 198 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a