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... lass Her flowing locks Hey the dusty miller How can my poor heart be glad How cruel are the parents . How long and dreary is the night How pleasant the banks . 145 51 67 51 53 ..... 51 55 126 58 59 147 100 60 186 154 60 Husband ...
... lass Her flowing locks Hey the dusty miller How can my poor heart be glad How cruel are the parents . How long and dreary is the night How pleasant the banks . 145 51 67 51 53 ..... 51 55 126 58 59 147 100 60 186 154 60 Husband ...
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... lass .. ....... 90 While larks with little wing 129 Why , why tell the lover 205 Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed ib . Yestreen I had a pint o ' wine Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary Wilt thou be my dearie Ye banks and braes and streams ...
... lass .. ....... 90 While larks with little wing 129 Why , why tell the lover 205 Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed ib . Yestreen I had a pint o ' wine Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary Wilt thou be my dearie Ye banks and braes and streams ...
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... lass that loes me . Oн leeze me on my spinning - wheel , Oh leeze me on my rock and reel ; Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien , And haps me fiel and warm at e'en ! I'll sit me down and sing and spin , While laigh descends the simmer ...
... lass that loes me . Oн leeze me on my spinning - wheel , Oh leeze me on my rock and reel ; Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien , And haps me fiel and warm at e'en ! I'll sit me down and sing and spin , While laigh descends the simmer ...
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... lass Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Her looks were like a flow'r in May , Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks o ' Ern , As light's a bird upon a thorn . Her bonnie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lea ...
... lass Than braes o ' Yarrow ever saw . Her looks were like a flow'r in May , Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks o ' Ern , As light's a bird upon a thorn . Her bonnie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lea ...
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... lass That ever trod the dewy green . BONNIE ANN . AIR - Ye Gallants bright . YE gallants bright , I red ye right , Beware o ' bonnie Ann ; Her comely face sae fu ' o ' grace , Your heart she will trepan . Her een sae bright , like stars ...
... lass That ever trod the dewy green . BONNIE ANN . AIR - Ye Gallants bright . YE gallants bright , I red ye right , Beware o ' bonnie Ann ; Her comely face sae fu ' o ' grace , Your heart she will trepan . Her een sae bright , like stars ...
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AE FOND KISS ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne awa wi banks birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blink blooming blythe bonnie blue bonnie lad bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast charms CHORUS claut Collier Laddie danc'd awa dearest dearie deil's awa dewy e'en e'er fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water glen green grows bonnie wi hame heart Here's a health Highland lassie ilka John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss loes love thee lover luve maun mony morning nae mair Nancy ne'er never night o'er Och-on parcel of rogues Peggy's Phillis pleasure rove rue grows bonnie siller simmer sing smile snaw sparklin sweet sweetly syne tear thine thou hast thro thyme TUNE-The twa glancin wander weary wee thing weel Whigs wife wild Willie wind wither'd ye'll yon town young young Jessie
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Side 104 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Side 21 - See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's power, — Chains and slaverie! 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 193 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest-? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Side 40 - 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
Side 93 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. 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.
Side 7 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Side 34 - DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd; Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer't and blin', Spak o' lowpin' o'er a linn ; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Side 94 - 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...
Side 41 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a
Side 119 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw. Thy bield l should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.