Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Volum 4J. M'Kie, 1869 |
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Side 7
... round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . Wi ' alter'd voice , quoth I , fweet lass , Sweet as yon hawthorn's bloffom , O ! happy , happy may he be , That's dearest to thy bofom : My purse is light , I've far to gang , And ...
... round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling . Wi ' alter'd voice , quoth I , fweet lass , Sweet as yon hawthorn's bloffom , O ! happy , happy may he be , That's dearest to thy bofom : My purse is light , I've far to gang , And ...
Side 19
... round wi ' the filken band o ' love , And I'll place it in her breast , and I'll swear by a ' above , That to my latest draught o ' life the band shall ne'er remove , And this will be a pofie to my ain dear May . NAE GENTLE DAMES , THO ...
... round wi ' the filken band o ' love , And I'll place it in her breast , and I'll swear by a ' above , That to my latest draught o ' life the band shall ne'er remove , And this will be a pofie to my ain dear May . NAE GENTLE DAMES , THO ...
Side 33
... Round and round the feafons go : Why then ask of silly Man , To oppofe great Nature's plan ? We'll be conftant while we can- You can be no more , you know . O POORTITH CAULD , AND RESTLESS LOVE . Air .-- I HAD A HORSE , I HAD NAE MAIR ...
... Round and round the feafons go : Why then ask of silly Man , To oppofe great Nature's plan ? We'll be conftant while we can- You can be no more , you know . O POORTITH CAULD , AND RESTLESS LOVE . Air .-- I HAD A HORSE , I HAD NAE MAIR ...
Side 43
... round her blaw , Ye catch the glances of her e'e ! How bleft , ye birds that round her fing , And welcome in the blooming year ! And doubly welcome be the spring , The season to my Lucy dear . The fun blinks blythe on yon town , And on ...
... round her blaw , Ye catch the glances of her e'e ! How bleft , ye birds that round her fing , And welcome in the blooming year ! And doubly welcome be the spring , The season to my Lucy dear . The fun blinks blythe on yon town , And on ...
Side 55
... daunt you ; • Ever round your midnight bed Horrid fprites fhall haunt you . " I'll wed another like my dear Nancy , Nancy ; " Then all hell will fly for fear , " My spouse Nancy . " CONTENTED WI LITTLE , & c . Air.- " LUMPS ( 55 )
... daunt you ; • Ever round your midnight bed Horrid fprites fhall haunt you . " I'll wed another like my dear Nancy , Nancy ; " Then all hell will fly for fear , " My spouse Nancy . " CONTENTED WI LITTLE , & c . Air.- " LUMPS ( 55 )
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...