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But waes my heart , thae days are gane , “ And I , wi ' grief , may herd alane ; “
While my dear lad maun face his faes , “ Far , far frae me an ' Logan braes . “ Nae
mair at Logan kirk will he “ Atween the preachings meet wi ' me ; “ Meet wi ' me ,
or ...
But waes my heart , thae days are gane , “ And I , wi ' grief , may herd alane ; “
While my dear lad maun face his faes , “ Far , far frae me an ' Logan braes . “ Nae
mair at Logan kirk will he “ Atween the preachings meet wi ' me ; “ Meet wi ' me ,
or ...
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I now hae conquer ' d a ' my faes , “ We ' ll happy live on Logan braes . " Then
straught to Logan kirk they went , And join ' d their hands wi ' one consent , Wi '
one consent to end their days , An ' live in bliss on Logan braes . An ' now she
sings ...
I now hae conquer ' d a ' my faes , “ We ' ll happy live on Logan braes . " Then
straught to Logan kirk they went , And join ' d their hands wi ' one consent , Wi '
one consent to end their days , An ' live in bliss on Logan braes . An ' now she
sings ...
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But now thy flow ' ry banks appear Like drumlie winter , dark and drear , While my
dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . Again the merry
month o ' May Has made our hills and vallies gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy ...
But now thy flow ' ry banks appear Like drumlie winter , dark and drear , While my
dear lad maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . Again the merry
month o ' May Has made our hills and vallies gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy ...
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When day , expiring in the west , The curtain draws o ' Nature ' s rest , I flee to his
arms I loo best , And that ' s my ain dear Davie . Meet me on , & c . THE BRAES O
' BALQUHITHER . LET us go , lassie , go To the braes O ' Balquhither , Where ...
When day , expiring in the west , The curtain draws o ' Nature ' s rest , I flee to his
arms I loo best , And that ' s my ain dear Davie . Meet me on , & c . THE BRAES O
' BALQUHITHER . LET us go , lassie , go To the braes O ' Balquhither , Where ...
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KELVIN BRAES . TUNE " Logan Braes . " Aft hae I stray ' d the woods amang , An
' listen ' d to the mavis ' tune , Where Kelvin swiftly glides alang , Or rushes o ' er
the roaring linn . ' Twas there my Mary first I saw , An ' past wi ' her my youthfu ...
KELVIN BRAES . TUNE " Logan Braes . " Aft hae I stray ' d the woods amang , An
' listen ' d to the mavis ' tune , Where Kelvin swiftly glides alang , Or rushes o ' er
the roaring linn . ' Twas there my Mary first I saw , An ' past wi ' her my youthfu ...
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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 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...
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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.
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