Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Volume 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 - Ballads, Scots |
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... tell me what they ca ' ye ? My name , she says , is Mistress Jean , And I follow the Collier laddie . See ye not yon hills and dales The sun shines on sae brawlie ! They a ' are mine and they shall be thine , Gin ye'll leave your ...
... tell me what they ca ' ye ? My name , she says , is Mistress Jean , And I follow the Collier laddie . See ye not yon hills and dales The sun shines on sae brawlie ! They a ' are mine and they shall be thine , Gin ye'll leave your ...
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... tell'd you what I saw , Willie , We baith did fight and baith did beat , And baith did rin awa , Willie . Up and warn a ' , Willie , Warn , warn a ' ; For second - sighted Sandie said , We'd do nae gude at a ' , Willie . * KIRK WAD LET ...
... tell'd you what I saw , Willie , We baith did fight and baith did beat , And baith did rin awa , Willie . Up and warn a ' , Willie , Warn , warn a ' ; For second - sighted Sandie said , We'd do nae gude at a ' , Willie . * KIRK WAD LET ...
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... that our great great grand- mothers were touzled by fingers perhaps as rude as the sheep- smearing hands of good Muirland Willie . The worthy old cot- tars MUIRLAND WILLIE . Hearken , and I will tell you 59 MUIRLAND WILLIE. ...
... that our great great grand- mothers were touzled by fingers perhaps as rude as the sheep- smearing hands of good Muirland Willie . The worthy old cot- tars MUIRLAND WILLIE . Hearken , and I will tell you 59 MUIRLAND WILLIE. ...
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Robert Hartley Cromek. MUIRLAND WILLIE . Hearken , and I will tell you how Young Muirland Willie came to woo , Tho ' he could neither say nor do ; The truth I tell to you . But ay he crys , whate'er betide , Maggy , I'se ha'e her to be ...
Robert Hartley Cromek. MUIRLAND WILLIE . Hearken , and I will tell you how Young Muirland Willie came to woo , Tho ' he could neither say nor do ; The truth I tell to you . But ay he crys , whate'er betide , Maggy , I'se ha'e her to be ...
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... but he was wondrous crouse , With a fal , dal , & c . I have three owsen in a plough , Twa good ga'en yads , and gear enough , The place they ca ' it Cadeneugh ; I scorn to tell a lie : Besides , I had frae the great laird , A 61.
... but he was wondrous crouse , With a fal , dal , & c . I have three owsen in a plough , Twa good ga'en yads , and gear enough , The place they ca ' it Cadeneugh ; I scorn to tell a lie : Besides , I had frae the great laird , A 61.
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amang auld lang syne baith ballad Blythe bonie lass bosom braes Burns CALIFORNIA LIBRARY canna cauld Child Maurice COCKPEN crookit horn cry'd dear dearie dinna e'er Edinburgh Ewie fair Findlay frae Fy let gallant gang gangrel grows bonnie wi gude gypsie laddie hame heart Highland Hughie Graham Jamie Johny Jolly Beggars kebars lady laird lassie Leader-Haughs Lord maun meikle merry mony morning Nansy ne'er never night O'er the moor old song owre poem Rob Roy ROBERT BURNS rue grows bonnie sang Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing snaw sodger laddie stanza sweet sword thee thou thro thyme Tibbie tune UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse warn Watty weel whare wife Willie wither'd Woo'd and married Yarrow ye'll ye're young
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Page 127 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
Page 136 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou, &c.
Page 112 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Page 112 - 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!
Page 105 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 127 - And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Page 43 - When I upon thy bosom lean, And fondly clasp thee, a' my ain, I glory in the sacred ties That made us ane wha ance were twain ; A mutual flame inspires us baith, The tender look, the melting kiss ; Even years shall ne'er destroy our love But only gie us change o
Page 167 - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
Page 250 - CHORUS. A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
Page 230 - The Jolly Beggars, for humorous description and nice discrimination of character, is inferior to no poem of the same length in the whole range of English poetry. The scene, indeed, is laid in the very lowest department of low life, the actors being a set of strolling vagrants met to carouse and barter their rags and plunder for liquor in a hedge ale-house.