Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Volum 4J. M'Kie, 1869 |
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Side xiii
... Fortune minnie did 357 359 362 363 364 366 367 368 369 372 374 375 Ah , Chloris , fince it may na be 376 The Sons of old Killie 377 Come boat me o'er to Charlie 378 When first I came to Stewart Kyle 379 ' Hey , the dusty Miller 380 The ...
... Fortune minnie did 357 359 362 363 364 366 367 368 369 372 374 375 Ah , Chloris , fince it may na be 376 The Sons of old Killie 377 Come boat me o'er to Charlie 378 When first I came to Stewart Kyle 379 ' Hey , the dusty Miller 380 The ...
Side 20
... know .I bear my Highland laffie , O. Within the glen , & c . 1 But fickle Fortune frowns on me , And I maun cross the raging fea ; But while my crimson currents flow , I love my ( 20 ) Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er fae fair.
... know .I bear my Highland laffie , O. Within the glen , & c . 1 But fickle Fortune frowns on me , And I maun cross the raging fea ; But while my crimson currents flow , I love my ( 20 ) Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er fae fair.
Side 33
... fic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love , Depend on Fortune's shining ? E ye ; This warld's wealth when I think on , Its pride ( 33 ) O Poortith cauld, and restlefs Love.
... fic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love , Depend on Fortune's shining ? E ye ; This warld's wealth when I think on , Its pride ( 33 ) O Poortith cauld, and restlefs Love.
Side 68
... fortune maun try . Ye're like to the timmer o ' yon rotten wood , Ye're like to the bark o ' yon rotten tree ; Ye'll flip frae me like a knotless thread , And ye'll crack your credit wi ' mae than me . ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY ...
... fortune maun try . Ye're like to the timmer o ' yon rotten wood , Ye're like to the bark o ' yon rotten tree ; Ye'll flip frae me like a knotless thread , And ye'll crack your credit wi ' mae than me . ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY ...
Side 71
... fortunes fell cruel decree - Jeffy ! FAREWELL , THOU FAIR DAY , & c . Air .- " MY LODGING IS ON THE COLD GROUND . " F AREWELL , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye fkies , Now gay with the broad setting fun ! Farewell , loves and ...
... fortunes fell cruel decree - Jeffy ! FAREWELL , THOU FAIR DAY , & c . Air .- " MY LODGING IS ON THE COLD GROUND . " F AREWELL , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye fkies , Now gay with the broad setting fun ! Farewell , loves and ...
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
aboon amang banks bannocks barley bree beſt birks of Aberfeldy blaſt blaw bleft blythe bofom bonie blue Bonie laffie bonie laſs braes braw breaſt BURNS charms CHORUS dearie Devon e'en Eppie fair fang Farewell feen fhall fhe's fing firſt flowers fome forrow frae ftill fweet Glaſgow glen green gude hame heart Here's a health Highland Highland laddie Houſe ilka Jamie John Katie Kilmarnock kiſs laddie lafs LASSIE laſt lo'e Lynedoch Street Mary maun mony morning muſt nae mair ne'er never night o'er Paiſley parcel of rogues Phely pleaſure pofie roſe ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpring ſtill ſtream Street ſweet thee thro thyme tocher treaſure weary wee thing weel Weft whigs whiſtle wife Willie wind wooing o't wyte ye go ye'll
Populære avsnitt
Side 138 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree and a' that. For a
Side 52 - I'll forsake him, He'll gie me guid hunder marks ten : But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him, O wha will I get but Tam Glen ? Yestreen at the Valentines...
Side 345 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love; And sae did I o
Side 156 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Side 32 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Side 63 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha s>ae 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 25 - Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to — France for me ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Side 2 - Thou'rt welcome to it dearly ! For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor ; But glory is the sodger's prize ; The sodger's wealth is...
Side 143 - Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys I trow are we ; And mony a night we've merry been, And mony mae we hope to be ! We are na fou, &c. It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin...
Side 97 - 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 hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...