Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 sider |
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Side vii
... sweet warbling wood - lark , stay Here is the Glen , and here the Bower The day returns , my bofom burns O were I on Parnaffus Hill How lang and dreary is the night Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn O faw ye bonie Lesley ( First fett ) ...
... sweet warbling wood - lark , stay Here is the Glen , and here the Bower The day returns , my bofom burns O were I on Parnaffus Hill How lang and dreary is the night Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn O faw ye bonie Lesley ( First fett ) ...
Side 4
Robert Burns. She's fresh as the morning , the fairest in May , She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e . But oh , she's an heirefs ...
Robert Burns. She's fresh as the morning , the fairest in May , She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea , And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e . But oh , she's an heirefs ...
Side 7
... 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 fain wad be thy lodger ; I've ferv'd my king and country lang , Take pity on a fodger . Sae ...
... 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 fain wad be thy lodger ; I've ferv'd my king and country lang , Take pity on a fodger . Sae ...
Side 9
... SWEET WARBLING WOOD- LARK , STAY . Air . - LOCHERROCH SIDE . O STAY , fweet warbling wood - lark , ftay , Nor quit for me the trembling fpray , A hapless lover courts thy lay , Thy foothing fond complaining . Again , again that tender ...
... SWEET WARBLING WOOD- LARK , STAY . Air . - LOCHERROCH SIDE . O STAY , fweet warbling wood - lark , ftay , Nor quit for me the trembling fpray , A hapless lover courts thy lay , Thy foothing fond complaining . Again , again that tender ...
Side 14
... can I be but eerie . For oh , & c . How flow ye move , ye heavy hours , The joyless day , how dreary ; It was na fae ye glinted by When I was wi ' my dearie . For oh , & c . SWEET FA'S THE EVE ON CRAIGIE BUR N. Air . ( 14 )
... can I be but eerie . For oh , & c . How flow ye move , ye heavy hours , The joyless day , how dreary ; It was na fae ye glinted by When I was wi ' my dearie . For oh , & c . SWEET FA'S THE EVE ON CRAIGIE BUR N. Air . ( 14 )
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amang arms auld banks bear birds bloom blue blythe body bofom bonie braes breaſt charms CHORUS comes copies dear dearie e'en early fair fang Farewell fear fell fhall fing flowers Fortune frae fweet give Glaſgow glen green grows gude hame hand heart Here's Highland hill hour I'll ilka James John Kilmarnock king laddie laffie lafs land leave light live lo'es London look lover mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning ne'er never night o'er peace pleaſure poor pride round ſhall ſhe Street ſweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thro true wander weary weel wife wild Willie wilt wind winter woods wooing ye go young
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Side 146 - 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 353 - 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 164 - 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 38 - 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 69 - 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 31 - 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 8 - 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 151 - 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 275 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Side 397 - I AM a son of Mars, Who have been in many wars, And show my cuts and scars Wherever I come ; This here was for a wench, And that other in a trench, When welcoming the French At the sound of the drum.