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... nane ; The nicht comes to me , but my rest it is gane ; I wander my lane , like a nicht - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breist . Oh , had she but been of a lower degree , I then micht hae hoped she wad ...
... nane ; The nicht comes to me , but my rest it is gane ; I wander my lane , like a nicht - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breist . Oh , had she but been of a lower degree , I then micht hae hoped she wad ...
Page 333
... nane can be sae dear to me As my sweet lovely Jean . * SONG . BURNS . TUNE - Humours of Glen . THEIR groves o ' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon , Where bright - beaming summers exhale the perfume ; Far dearer to me's yon lone vale ...
... nane can be sae dear to me As my sweet lovely Jean . * SONG . BURNS . TUNE - Humours of Glen . THEIR groves o ' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon , Where bright - beaming summers exhale the perfume ; Far dearer to me's yon lone vale ...
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... Nane dances sae lichtly , sae gracefu ' , or tichtly , His cheek's like the new rose , his brow's like the snaw ! Dear Marion , let that flee stick to the wa ' ; Your Jock's but a gowk , and has naething ava ; The haill o ' his pack he ...
... Nane dances sae lichtly , sae gracefu ' , or tichtly , His cheek's like the new rose , his brow's like the snaw ! Dear Marion , let that flee stick to the wa ' ; Your Jock's but a gowk , and has naething ava ; The haill o ' his pack he ...
Page 345
... nane better are Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow . In Burn - mill - bog and Whitslaid Shaws , The fearful hare she haunteth ; Brig - haugh and Braidwoodshiel she knaws , And Chapel wood frequenteth : Yet , when she irks , to Kaidslie Birks ...
... nane better are Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow . In Burn - mill - bog and Whitslaid Shaws , The fearful hare she haunteth ; Brig - haugh and Braidwoodshiel she knaws , And Chapel wood frequenteth : Yet , when she irks , to Kaidslie Birks ...
Page 347
... nane o ' them lo'es like me . I've nine milk - yowes , my Marion , A cow and a brawny quey ; I'll gie them a ' to my Marion , Just on her bridal - day . And ye'se get a green sey apron , And waistcoat o ' London broun ; And wow but we ...
... nane o ' them lo'es like me . I've nine milk - yowes , my Marion , A cow and a brawny quey ; I'll gie them a ' to my Marion , Just on her bridal - day . And ye'se get a green sey apron , And waistcoat o ' London broun ; And wow but we ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amang bairns baith bawbee blaw blythe bonnie lassie braes braw BURNS busk Campbells are coming canna cauld Charlie Cockpen dear dearie deil dinna Donald doun e'en e'er fair frae Gala Water gane gang gaun glen gowd green gude hame Haud awa hawkie heart Herd's Collection Highland laddie hinnie ilka Invermay Jamie Jenny Jock Johnnie Johnson's Musical Museum kiss lady laird lass leave thee Little wat ye lo'es Maggie married Mary Mary Hay maun mony morning mysell nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Puir auld maidens Robin Saw ye Scotland Scots Musical Museum Scottish siller sing song sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany There's thou TUNE-The verse wadna wat ye wha's weary wee thing weel wife Willie ye wha's coming ye're young
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Page 632 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Page 621 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, " Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay...
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Page 465 - MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Page 565 - PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlocky.
Page 339 - I have been writing a ballad, my dear ; I am oppressing my heroine with many misfortunes. I have already sent her Jamie to sea, and broken her father's arm, and made her mother fall sick, and given her Auld Robin Gray for her lover ; but I wish to load her with a fifth sorrow within the four lines, poor thing ! Help me to one.'—* Steal the cow, sister Anne,
Page 566 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Page 463 - Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Page 381 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne. For auld, &c. We twa hae paidl't i...
Page 621 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay Waken, lords and ladies gay...