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... Morning early · Waly , waly Peter Buchan's " Collection " 233 Anonymous 49 Wandering Willie Burns . 104 · · • We'll never see Peace sin ' Charlie's awa ' Peter Buchan • . 260 Were na my Heart licht , I wad dee What's CONTENTS . vii.
... Morning early · Waly , waly Peter Buchan's " Collection " 233 Anonymous 49 Wandering Willie Burns . 104 · · • We'll never see Peace sin ' Charlie's awa ' Peter Buchan • . 260 Were na my Heart licht , I wad dee What's CONTENTS . vii.
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... " by T. Kay and Co. , 332 . Strand , and by Longman and Brodripp , 26 Cheapside , London . " No. 332 Strand is the present office of the Morning Chronicle . number , that in their old shape were either too 12 INTRODUCTION .
... " by T. Kay and Co. , 332 . Strand , and by Longman and Brodripp , 26 Cheapside , London . " No. 332 Strand is the present office of the Morning Chronicle . number , that in their old shape were either too 12 INTRODUCTION .
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... mornings before the day , And are in mirth aye mair and mair , Through gladness of this lusty May . Of every moneth in the year To mirthful May there is no peer , Her glittering garments are so gay : You lovers all , make merry cheer ...
... mornings before the day , And are in mirth aye mair and mair , Through gladness of this lusty May . Of every moneth in the year To mirthful May there is no peer , Her glittering garments are so gay : You lovers all , make merry cheer ...
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... mornings nae mair appear ruddy ; Bid Britons think ae gate , and when they obey thee , But never till that time , believe I'll betray thee . Leave thee , leave thee ! I'll never leave thee ; The starns shall gae withershins ere I ...
... mornings nae mair appear ruddy ; Bid Britons think ae gate , and when they obey thee , But never till that time , believe I'll betray thee . Leave thee , leave thee ! I'll never leave thee ; The starns shall gae withershins ere I ...
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... morning I went to the fair ; My yellow - hair'd laddie Was selling his ware ; He gied me sic a blythe blink With his bonny black ee , And a dear blink and a fair blink It was unto me . I wist not what ail'd me When my laddie cam 32 ...
... morning I went to the fair ; My yellow - hair'd laddie Was selling his ware ; He gied me sic a blythe blink With his bonny black ee , And a dear blink and a fair blink It was unto me . I wist not what ail'd me When my laddie cam 32 ...
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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.