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... hills with rays adornin ' . White is her neck , saft is her hand , Her waist and feet fu ' genty ; With ilka grace she can command , — Her lips , oh , now , they're denty ! Mary's locks are like the craw , Her een like diamonds ...
... hills with rays adornin ' . White is her neck , saft is her hand , Her waist and feet fu ' genty ; With ilka grace she can command , — Her lips , oh , now , they're denty ! Mary's locks are like the craw , Her een like diamonds ...
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... hill , And I at ewe - milking first sey'd my young skill , To bear the milk - bowie nae pain was to me , When I at the bughting forgather'd with thee . РАТІЕ . When corn - riggs waved yellow , and 330 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . Logan ...
... hill , And I at ewe - milking first sey'd my young skill , To bear the milk - bowie nae pain was to me , When I at the bughting forgather'd with thee . РАТІЕ . When corn - riggs waved yellow , and 330 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . Logan ...
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... hill wi ' him I'll run , And leave my Lawland kin and daddie ; Frae winter's cauld and summer's sun He'll screen me wi ' his Highland plaidie . O my bonnie , & c . A painted room and silken bed May please a Lawland laird and lady ; But ...
... hill wi ' him I'll run , And leave my Lawland kin and daddie ; Frae winter's cauld and summer's sun He'll screen me wi ' his Highland plaidie . O my bonnie , & c . A painted room and silken bed May please a Lawland laird and lady ; But ...
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... hills adorning , And loud tempest storming before the mid - day ; I've seen Tweed's silver streams Shining in the ... hill 76 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... hills adorning , And loud tempest storming before the mid - day ; I've seen Tweed's silver streams Shining in the ... hill 76 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
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... hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee , And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree , When Mary laid her down to sleep , Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea ; When soft and low a voice was heard , Saying , " Mary ...
... hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee , And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree , When Mary laid her down to sleep , Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea ; When soft and low a voice was heard , Saying , " Mary ...
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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.