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SAIR , sair was my heart , when I parted frae my Jean , And sair , sair 1 sigh ' d ,
while the tears stood in my een ; For my daddie is but poor , and my fortune is sae
sma ' , It gars me leave my native Caledonia . When I think on days gane , and ...
SAIR , sair was my heart , when I parted frae my Jean , And sair , sair 1 sigh ' d ,
while the tears stood in my een ; For my daddie is but poor , and my fortune is sae
sma ' , It gars me leave my native Caledonia . When I think on days gane , and ...
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What care I for your wand ' ring , young laddie ! What care I for your crossing the
sea ! It was na for naithing ye left poor young Peggy ; It was for my tocher ye cam
to . court me ; Say , hae ye gowd to busk me aye gawdie ? Ribbans , and perlins
...
What care I for your wand ' ring , young laddie ! What care I for your crossing the
sea ! It was na for naithing ye left poor young Peggy ; It was for my tocher ye cam
to . court me ; Say , hae ye gowd to busk me aye gawdie ? Ribbans , and perlins
...
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O what is ' t that pits my poor heart in a flutter ? And what gars the tear come sae
fast to my ee ? If I was na ettled to be onie better , Then what gars me wish onie
better to be ? I ' m just like a lammie that loses its mither ; Nae mither nor friend ...
O what is ' t that pits my poor heart in a flutter ? And what gars the tear come sae
fast to my ee ? If I was na ettled to be onie better , Then what gars me wish onie
better to be ? I ' m just like a lammie that loses its mither ; Nae mither nor friend ...
Página 252
A fat dignitary of the church coming past CUNNINGHam one Sunday , as the
poor poet was busy plying a fishing - rod in some stream near Durham , his
reverence reprimanded CunNINGHAM very severely for such an occupation on
such a ...
A fat dignitary of the church coming past CUNNINGHam one Sunday , as the
poor poet was busy plying a fishing - rod in some stream near Durham , his
reverence reprimanded CunNINGHAM very severely for such an occupation on
such a ...
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For he was sick at heart , and had nae friend beside , But only me , poor Jenny ,
who newly was his bride . Ah ! Jenny , I shall die , he cried , as sure as I had birth
, Then see my poor old bones , I pray , laid into the earth , And be a widow for my
...
For he was sick at heart , and had nae friend beside , But only me , poor Jenny ,
who newly was his bride . Ah ! Jenny , I shall die , he cried , as sure as I had birth
, Then see my poor old bones , I pray , laid into the earth , And be a widow for my
...
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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