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... look upon it as a com- position to be sung , the omission maims the perform- ance . Yet it cannot be denied that some of the old choruses , which Burns adopted in his lyrics , injure the feeling and unity of his strains . He rose into a ...
... look upon it as a com- position to be sung , the omission maims the perform- ance . Yet it cannot be denied that some of the old choruses , which Burns adopted in his lyrics , injure the feeling and unity of his strains . He rose into a ...
Page 40
... looks are like the sportive lamb , When flow'ry May adorns the scene , That wantons round its bleating dam ; An ' she ' s twa glancin ' sparklin ' een . VI . Her hair is like the curling mist That shades the mountain - side at e'en ...
... looks are like the sportive lamb , When flow'ry May adorns the scene , That wantons round its bleating dam ; An ' she ' s twa glancin ' sparklin ' een . VI . Her hair is like the curling mist That shades the mountain - side at e'en ...
Page 41
... ' chiefly in her sparklin ' een . The lass of Cessnock banks inspired a song of similes . The Poet had read his bible , for he likened her looks to those of the sportive lamb , and her teeth to SONGS AND BALLADS . 41.
... ' chiefly in her sparklin ' een . The lass of Cessnock banks inspired a song of similes . The Poet had read his bible , for he likened her looks to those of the sportive lamb , and her teeth to SONGS AND BALLADS . 41.
Page 45
... maiden fair I chanc'd to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like nature's vernal smile , Perfection whisper'd , passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! III . Fair is the morn in flow'ry May , 45.
... maiden fair I chanc'd to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like nature's vernal smile , Perfection whisper'd , passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! III . Fair is the morn in flow'ry May , 45.
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... looks were like a flow'r in May , Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Ern , As light's a bird upon a thorn . III . Her bonnie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lea ; The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet ...
... looks were like a flow'r in May , Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Ern , As light's a bird upon a thorn . III . Her bonnie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lea ; The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet ...
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amang auld Ballochmyle banks Bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blaw Blithe body kiss bonnie Doon Bonnie lassie bonnie Mary bosom braes braw Burns Charlie Charlie Stewart charms CHORUS Collier Laddie composed daunton dear dearie Deil e'en Ecclefechan Eppie M'Nab fair Farewell favourite flower frae glen green grows bonnie wi gude hame heart heroine Highland laddie ilka Inverness jacobite Jamie John Anderson Kenmure's kiss lady lass lawin lo'e luve lyric mair Mauchline maun merry miller morning muse Musical Museum naebody Nannie ne'er night Nith o'er old song owre parcel of rogues Poet Poet's rue grows bonnie says Scotland Scottish sing sparklin strain sweet sweetly thee There's thou thro thyme Tune verses weary weaver weel Whigs wife Willie win my love wind wither'd wrote ye go ye'll Ye're yon town young
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Page 284 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 246 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Page 131 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...
Page 137 - 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 159 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My 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 ?" Harris's " Tarn o' Shanter" has been considered one of his best compositions.
Page 282 - A waefu' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee ! A RED, RED ROSE TUNE—
Page 15 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Page 158 - 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?
Page 145 - 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 15 - But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a