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... lo'e . DAUGHTER . Haud your tongue , mother , and let that abee ; For his eild and my eild can never agree : They'll never agree , and that will be seen ; For he is fourscore , and I'm but fifteen . MOTHER . Haud your tongue , dochter ...
... lo'e . DAUGHTER . Haud your tongue , mother , and let that abee ; For his eild and my eild can never agree : They'll never agree , and that will be seen ; For he is fourscore , and I'm but fifteen . MOTHER . Haud your tongue , dochter ...
Page 18
... lo'e . MOTHER . Though auld Rob Morris be an elderly man , Yet his auld brass will buy you a new pan ; Then , dochter , ye should na be sae ill to shoe , For auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun lo'e . DAUGHTER . But auld Rob Morris I ...
... lo'e . MOTHER . Though auld Rob Morris be an elderly man , Yet his auld brass will buy you a new pan ; Then , dochter , ye should na be sae ill to shoe , For auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun lo'e . DAUGHTER . But auld Rob Morris I ...
Page 107
... may thou furder ; Herry the loons o ' the laigh countrie , Syne to the Highlands hame to me . * Preserved by Burns , and published in Mr Cromek's Select Scottish Songs , 2 vols . HERE'S A HEALTH TO ANE I LO'E DEAR . BURNS 107.
... may thou furder ; Herry the loons o ' the laigh countrie , Syne to the Highlands hame to me . * Preserved by Burns , and published in Mr Cromek's Select Scottish Songs , 2 vols . HERE'S A HEALTH TO ANE I LO'E DEAR . BURNS 107.
Page 108
... lo'e dear- Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when kind lovers meet , And soft as their parting tear , Jessie ! Although thou maun never be mine →→→ Although even hope is denied- ' Tis sweeter for thee ...
... lo'e dear- Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when kind lovers meet , And soft as their parting tear , Jessie ! Although thou maun never be mine →→→ Although even hope is denied- ' Tis sweeter for thee ...
Page 150
... LO'E ME . JAMES TYTLER . TUNE - Lass , gin ye lo'e me . I HAE laid a herring in saut— Lass , gin ye lo'e me , tell me now ; I hae brew'd a forpit o ' maut , An ' I canna come ilka day to woo : I hae a calf that will soon be a cow- Lass ...
... LO'E ME . JAMES TYTLER . TUNE - Lass , gin ye lo'e me . I HAE laid a herring in saut— Lass , gin ye lo'e me , tell me now ; I hae brew'd a forpit o ' maut , An ' I canna come ilka day to woo : I hae a calf that will soon be a cow- Lass ...
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Page 19 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 290 - 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 ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Page 234 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 155 - A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that — Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that ; For a* that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Page 14 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Page 234 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 82 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Page 288 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Page liv - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Page 289 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O 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?