The Songs of Scotland, Ancient and Modern: With an Introduction and Notes, Historical and Critical, and Characters of the Lyric Poets, Volume 4J. Taylor, 1825 - Ballads, Scots |
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... wind it blew high , and the ship it was a wreck , The ship it was a wreck , why didna Jenny die ? And why do I live to say Wae is me ? My father urged me sair ; though my mither didna speak , She look'd in my face till my heart was like ...
... wind it blew high , and the ship it was a wreck , The ship it was a wreck , why didna Jenny die ? And why do I live to say Wae is me ? My father urged me sair ; though my mither didna speak , She look'd in my face till my heart was like ...
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... wind blew hie owre muir and lea , And dark and stormy grew the weather ; The rain rain'd sair ; nae shelter near my love's plaid amang the heather . But Close to his breast he held me fast ; - Sae cozie , warm , we lay thegither ; Nae ...
... wind blew hie owre muir and lea , And dark and stormy grew the weather ; The rain rain'd sair ; nae shelter near my love's plaid amang the heather . But Close to his breast he held me fast ; - Sae cozie , warm , we lay thegither ; Nae ...
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... wandering Willie , Here awa ' , there awa ' , haud awa ' hame ; Come to my bosom , my ain only dearie , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , SCOTTISH SONGS . 41 Wandering Willie.
... wandering Willie , Here awa ' , there awa ' , haud awa ' hame ; Come to my bosom , my ain only dearie , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , SCOTTISH SONGS . 41 Wandering Willie.
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... winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , It was na the blast brought the tear in my e'e : Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie , The simmer to nature - my Willie to me . Rest , ye wild storms , in the cave of your slumbers , How ...
... winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , It was na the blast brought the tear in my e'e : Welcome now simmer , and welcome my Willie , The simmer to nature - my Willie to me . Rest , ye wild storms , in the cave of your slumbers , How ...
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... winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave , As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave . Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes , Flow gently , sweet river , the theme of my ...
... winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave , As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave . Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes , Flow gently , sweet river , the theme of my ...
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aboon ALLAN CUNNINGHAM Allan-a-dale amang auld auld lang syne Ballochmyle Baloo banks bawbee beauty birds birks birks of Aberfeldy blaw blink blithe bloom bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast busk cauld charms dear dearie dearie-o e'en fair Farewell flowers frae gallant gang gentle glen green gude hame heart heaven Hector Macneill heroine highlands hill ilka JAMES HOGG Jeanie JOANNA BAILLIE Johnie lady lassie lawin lo'e lover lyric maid maiden mammy Mary maun mony moon morn Muse nae mair naebody Nanie-o ne'er never night o'er old song plaidie poet sang sigh simmer sing SIR WALTER SCOTT smile snaw sorrow stars stream sweet syne tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art verse wave weary wee thing weel whistle wild wind wooing o't yestreen yon town young
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Page 354 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Page 315 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, 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 ? XIII.
Page 353 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 29 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans 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.
Page 322 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 313 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 12 - O 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 351 - YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...
Page 2 - 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!
Page 9 - Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a