Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Volum 1T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 |
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Side 2
... er the muir to Maggy . I wat he gae her mony a kiss , And Maggy took them ne'er amiss ; " Tween ilka smack , pleas'd her with this , That Bess was but a gawkie . For when a civil kiss I seek , She turns her head , and thraws her cheek ...
... er the muir to Maggy . I wat he gae her mony a kiss , And Maggy took them ne'er amiss ; " Tween ilka smack , pleas'd her with this , That Bess was but a gawkie . For when a civil kiss I seek , She turns her head , and thraws her cheek ...
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... ne'er think me a gawkie . Ah , na , lass , that ne'er can be , Sic thoughts as these are far frae me , Or ony that sweet face that see , E'er to think thee a gawkie . But whisht ! -nae mair of this we'll speak , For yonder Jamie does us ...
... ne'er think me a gawkie . Ah , na , lass , that ne'er can be , Sic thoughts as these are far frae me , Or ony that sweet face that see , E'er to think thee a gawkie . But whisht ! -nae mair of this we'll speak , For yonder Jamie does us ...
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... ne'er could meet my dawtie ! The lasses fast frae him they flew , And left poor Jamie sair to rue , That ever Maggy's face he knew , Or yet ca'd Bess a gawkie . As they went o'er the muir they sang ; The hills and dales with echoes rang ...
... ne'er could meet my dawtie ! The lasses fast frae him they flew , And left poor Jamie sair to rue , That ever Maggy's face he knew , Or yet ca'd Bess a gawkie . As they went o'er the muir they sang ; The hills and dales with echoes rang ...
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... ne'er a sark upon his back , And I hae nane to gie him . I hae twa sarks into my kist , And ane o ' them I'll gie him , And for a mark of mair fee , Dinna stand wi ' him , quo ' she ; Dinna stand wi ' him . For weel do I lo'e him , quo ...
... ne'er a sark upon his back , And I hae nane to gie him . I hae twa sarks into my kist , And ane o ' them I'll gie him , And for a mark of mair fee , Dinna stand wi ' him , quo ' she ; Dinna stand wi ' him . For weel do I lo'e him , quo ...
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... er the lea ? Sure a finer creature Ne'er was form'd by nature , So complete each feature , So divine is she . O ! how Peggy charms me ; Every look still warms me ; Every thought alarms me , Lest she love nae me . Peggy doth discover ...
... er the lea ? Sure a finer creature Ne'er was form'd by nature , So complete each feature , So divine is she . O ! how Peggy charms me ; Every look still warms me ; Every thought alarms me , Lest she love nae me . Peggy doth discover ...
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Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern, Volum 1 Robert Hartley Cromek Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
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Aberdeen Allan Water amang auld baith ballad beautiful beginning o't Berkeley birks of Aberfeldy blaithrie o't blythe boatie rows bonie laddie bonny brae braw bridal o't Burns CALIFORNIA LIBRARY cauld charms clans composed Drummond duke e'en e'er earl Earl of Loudon earl of Mar Edinburgh Editor fair flowers frae gang nae mair Gude yill heard Highland laddie hooly and fairly ilka Janet Jean Adam lass lassie Lord Maggie Marion Mary maun mony nane ne'er never night o'er young old song Peggy Piper poems poet Ramsay Ritson Roslin Castle Sae bide Saw ye Scotish Scotish Song Scotland Scots sing spinning o't stanzas sweet tarry woo thee There's nae luck thou thro todlen hame Trumpet Marine tune Tytler UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verses weel wife
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Side 163 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Side 107 - Untie these bands from off my hands, And bring to me my sword ! And there's no a man in all Scotland, But I'll brave him at a word.
Side 68 - And are ye sure the news is true ? And are ye sure he's weel ? Is this a time to think o...
Side 163 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Side 69 - Been fed this month and mair ; Mak haste and thraw their necks about, That Colin weel may fare ; And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka thing look braw, For wha can tell how Colin fared When he was far awa?
Side 133 - Love wont to gae! 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa...
Side 123 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
Side 124 - The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken wanders o'er the heath ; The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend : And stretch'd beneath th' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes, and dies.
Side iii - You are a good, worthy, honest fellow, and have a good right to live in this world — because you deserve it. Many a merry meeting this publication has given us, and possibly it may give us more, though, alas ! I fear it. This protracting, slow, consuming illness which hangs over me, will, I doubt much, my ever dear friend, arrest my sun before he has well reached his middle career, and will turn over the poet to far more important concerns than studying...
Side iv - Many a merry meeting this publication has given us, and possibly it may give us more, though, alas! I fear it. This protracting, slow, consuming illness which hangs over me, will, I doubt much, my ever -dear friend, arrest my s"un before he has well reached his middle career, and will turn over the poet to far more important concerns than studying the brilliancy of wit or the pathos of sentiment. However, hope is the cordial of the human heart, and I endeavour to cherish it as well as I can.