The Illustrated Book of Scottish Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth Century |
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... mind has a tendency to develop its overflowing tenderness and earnest passionateness in lyrical strains of the simplest beauty , which no literature and no age of the world have sur- passed . It is also beyond doubt that the Scottish ...
... mind has a tendency to develop its overflowing tenderness and earnest passionateness in lyrical strains of the simplest beauty , which no literature and no age of the world have sur- passed . It is also beyond doubt that the Scottish ...
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... minds of the people have for ages had access to English literature , the land is vocal with sweet sounds . Every river , stream , and lake - every mountain - slope and summit — every pastoral valley - nay , almost every farmhouse , has ...
... minds of the people have for ages had access to English literature , the land is vocal with sweet sounds . Every river , stream , and lake - every mountain - slope and summit — every pastoral valley - nay , almost every farmhouse , has ...
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... mind , " " O mine heart , this is my song , " " Grievous is my sorrow , " 66 Alas , that seeming sweet face , " and " In one mirthful mor- row . " These songs have been lost ; but their music has been fortunately preserved in the work ...
... mind , " " O mine heart , this is my song , " " Grievous is my sorrow , " 66 Alas , that seeming sweet face , " and " In one mirthful mor- row . " These songs have been lost ; but their music has been fortunately preserved in the work ...
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... mind ; Though loudest of thunders on louder waves roar , That's naething like leavin ' my love on the shore . To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pain'd 26 26 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . Lassie wi' the Lint-white Locks Last May a ...
... mind ; Though loudest of thunders on louder waves roar , That's naething like leavin ' my love on the shore . To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pain'd 26 26 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS . Lassie wi' the Lint-white Locks Last May a ...
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... mind of Highlanders in a foreign land , or in emigration , is some- times painful , and has been known to melt the roughest and rudest of men to tears . The song itself , as a literary composition , is of little or no merit . It first ...
... mind of Highlanders in a foreign land , or in emigration , is some- times painful , and has been known to melt the roughest and rudest of men to tears . The song itself , as a literary composition , is of little or no merit . It first ...
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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.