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THE DAYS O ' AULD LANGSYNE . TUNE _ " The Burnside . ” O HAPPY , happy
were the days o ' auld langsyne , The hamely sweets , the social joys o ' auld
langsyne , When ilka ane wi ' friendly glow and cordial heart wad join , To pledge
wi ...
THE DAYS O ' AULD LANGSYNE . TUNE _ " The Burnside . ” O HAPPY , happy
were the days o ' auld langsyne , The hamely sweets , the social joys o ' auld
langsyne , When ilka ane wi ' friendly glow and cordial heart wad join , To pledge
wi ...
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I lock ' d her in my fond embrace ; Her heart was beating rarely : My blessings on
that happy place , Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and stars so bright ,
That shone that hour so clearly ! She ay shall bless that happy night Amang the ...
I lock ' d her in my fond embrace ; Her heart was beating rarely : My blessings on
that happy place , Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and stars so bright ,
That shone that hour so clearly ! She ay shall bless that happy night Amang the ...
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I ' ll take my fiddle in my hand , And screw the strings up while they ' ll stand , To
mak a lamentation grand , On gude auld Highland whisky , 0 . BLYTHE AN '
HAPPY ARE WE . TUNE _ " Andro and his cutty gun . ” Blythe , blythe , an ' happy
are ...
I ' ll take my fiddle in my hand , And screw the strings up while they ' ll stand , To
mak a lamentation grand , On gude auld Highland whisky , 0 . BLYTHE AN '
HAPPY ARE WE . TUNE _ " Andro and his cutty gun . ” Blythe , blythe , an ' happy
are ...
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... Down by her mother ' s dwelling ! And turn ' d me round to hide the flood That in
my een was swelling . Wi ' alter ' d voice , quoth I , sweet lass , Sweet as yon
hawthorn ' s blossom O ! happy , happy may he be , That ' s dearest to thy bosom
!
... Down by her mother ' s dwelling ! And turn ' d me round to hide the flood That in
my een was swelling . Wi ' alter ' d voice , quoth I , sweet lass , Sweet as yon
hawthorn ' s blossom O ! happy , happy may he be , That ' s dearest to thy bosom
!
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O happy , happy were the days , . . . M P . Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw , . . Oh
had I a house , and a cantie wee fire , . . Oh , tell me , bonnie young lassie , . . . .
Macneill , . Oh where , tell me where , · · · · · · Mrs . Grant , 0 , I am come to the low
...
O happy , happy were the days , . . . M P . Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw , . . Oh
had I a house , and a cantie wee fire , . . Oh , tell me , bonnie young lassie , . . . .
Macneill , . Oh where , tell me where , · · · · · · Mrs . Grant , 0 , I am come to the low
...
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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 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.
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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.
Página 198 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a