The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth Century |
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... fears his fate too much , Or his deserts are small , Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all . But I will reign and govern still , And always give the law , And have each subject at my will , And all to stand in awe ...
... fears his fate too much , Or his deserts are small , Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all . But I will reign and govern still , And always give the law , And have each subject at my will , And all to stand in awe ...
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... fears , or frosty cares , That makes thy spirits decay ? Or is't some object of more worth That's stolen thy heart away ? Or some desert makes thee neglect Him so much once was thine , That thou canst never once reflect On old long syne ...
... fears , or frosty cares , That makes thy spirits decay ? Or is't some object of more worth That's stolen thy heart away ? Or some desert makes thee neglect Him so much once was thine , That thou canst never once reflect On old long syne ...
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... SPEAK on , speak thus , and still my grief ; Hold up a heart that's sinkin ' under These fears that soon will want relief When Pate must from his Peggy sunder . A gentler face and silk attire , A lady rich 24 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... SPEAK on , speak thus , and still my grief ; Hold up a heart that's sinkin ' under These fears that soon will want relief When Pate must from his Peggy sunder . A gentler face and silk attire , A lady rich 24 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
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... beguile , Revive and bless me with a smile ; Alas ! if not you'll soon debar a Sighing swain the banks of Yarrow . с Be hush'd , ye fears ; I'll not despair ; SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 33 Mary Scott, the Flower of Yarrow.
... beguile , Revive and bless me with a smile ; Alas ! if not you'll soon debar a Sighing swain the banks of Yarrow . с Be hush'd , ye fears ; I'll not despair ; SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . 33 Mary Scott, the Flower of Yarrow.
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From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth Century. Be hush'd , ye fears ; I'll not despair ; My Mary's tender as she's fair ; Then I'll go tell her all my anguish ; She is too good to let me languish : With success crownèd , I'll not envy The ...
From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth Century. Be hush'd , ye fears ; I'll not despair ; My Mary's tender as she's fair ; Then I'll go tell her all my anguish ; She is too good to let me languish : With success crownèd , I'll not envy The ...
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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.