The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth Century |
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... bloom and every brae , And fare and flee ower every firth , Through gladness of this lusty May . b And lovers all that are in care , To their. This song was first printed in the year 1508 by Chapman and Myllar , the " fathers of Scottish ...
... bloom and every brae , And fare and flee ower every firth , Through gladness of this lusty May . b And lovers all that are in care , To their. This song was first printed in the year 1508 by Chapman and Myllar , the " fathers of Scottish ...
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... blooming , tight , and tall is , And guides her airs sae gracefu ' still , — O Jove ! she's like thy Pallas . Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair oppress us ; Our fancies jee between ye twa , Ye are sic bonnie lasses . Wae's ...
... blooming , tight , and tall is , And guides her airs sae gracefu ' still , — O Jove ! she's like thy Pallas . Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , Ye unco sair oppress us ; Our fancies jee between ye twa , Ye are sic bonnie lasses . Wae's ...
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... Bloom'd brightly on moorland and sweet rising fells ; Nae burns , brier , or bracken , gave trouble to me , If I found but the berries right ripen'd for thee . PEGGY . When thou ran , or wrestled , or putted the stane , And cam aff the ...
... Bloom'd brightly on moorland and sweet rising fells ; Nae burns , brier , or bracken , gave trouble to me , If I found but the berries right ripen'd for thee . PEGGY . When thou ran , or wrestled , or putted the stane , And cam aff the ...
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... bloom of her youth , Like the moon , was inconstant , and never spoke truth ; But Susie was faithful , good - humoured , and free , And fair as the goddess that sprung from the sea . That mamma's fine daughter , with all her great dower ...
... bloom of her youth , Like the moon , was inconstant , and never spoke truth ; But Susie was faithful , good - humoured , and free , And fair as the goddess that sprung from the sea . That mamma's fine daughter , with all her great dower ...
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... bloom'd fair in May , Its sweets I'll aye remember ; But now her frowns make it decay , It fades as in December . Ye rural pow'rs , who hear my strains , Why thus should Peggy grieve me ? Oh , make her partner in my pains , Then let her ...
... bloom'd fair in May , Its sweets I'll aye remember ; But now her frowns make it decay , It fades as in December . Ye rural pow'rs , who hear my strains , Why thus should Peggy grieve me ? Oh , make her partner in my pains , Then let her ...
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aboon ain countrie ain fireside ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld baith beautiful Behave yoursel birks of Aberfeldy blaw bloom blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom braw canna cauld charms cheek dear dearie Delvin dinna doun e'en e'er fair Farewell flower frae Gala water gane gang gi'e gin ye green gude gudeman heart heather heaven Highland laddie Jamie Jenny John Anderson Johnnie kiss Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes Maggie Mary maun mony morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns Scotland Scottish siller sing smile snaw song stanza SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither There's thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
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Page 112 - 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 112 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Page 294 - 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 220 - Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings : And O ! her een they spak sic things ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan was a lad o...
Page 295 - 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 124 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Page 108 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Page 214 - THAT AND A' THAT" 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
Page 105 - 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 123 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.