Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 sider |
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Side 42
... his wife , Or else I wad kill him with forrow : So e'en to preserve the poor body in life , I think I maun wed him - to - morrow , to- morrow , I think I maun wed him to - morrow . O WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN . Air .- ( 42 )
... his wife , Or else I wad kill him with forrow : So e'en to preserve the poor body in life , I think I maun wed him - to - morrow , to- morrow , I think I maun wed him to - morrow . O WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN . Air .- ( 42 )
Side 60
... body talking But her by thee is flighted , And thou art all delighted : O that's the laffie , & c . If thou haft met this fair one , - When frae her thou haft parted , If every other fair one , But her , thou haft deserted , And thou ...
... body talking But her by thee is flighted , And thou art all delighted : O that's the laffie , & c . If thou haft met this fair one , - When frae her thou haft parted , If every other fair one , But her , thou haft deserted , And thou ...
Side 114
... BODY MEET A BODY . " O TIBBIE ! I hae feen the day Ye would na been fae fhy ; For lack o ' gear ye lightly me , But troth I care na by . Yeftreen I met you on the moor , Ye fpak ' na , but gaed by like ftoure ; Ye geck at me because I'm ...
... BODY MEET A BODY . " O TIBBIE ! I hae feen the day Ye would na been fae fhy ; For lack o ' gear ye lightly me , But troth I care na by . Yeftreen I met you on the moor , Ye fpak ' na , but gaed by like ftoure ; Ye geck at me because I'm ...
Side 326
... body heard or faw . My Jockey toils upon the plain , Thro ' wind and weet , thro ' froft and fnaw ; And o'er the lea I leuk fu ' fain When Jockey's owfen hameward ca ' . An ' ay the night comes round again , When in his arms he taks me ...
... body heard or faw . My Jockey toils upon the plain , Thro ' wind and weet , thro ' froft and fnaw ; And o'er the lea I leuk fu ' fain When Jockey's owfen hameward ca ' . An ' ay the night comes round again , When in his arms he taks me ...
Side 381
... steer'd , I know not whither : And gone Would I could guefs , I do profess , I fpeak , and do not flatter , Of all the women in the world , I never could come at her . Her body is bestowed well , A handsome grave does ( 381 )
... steer'd , I know not whither : And gone Would I could guefs , I do profess , I fpeak , and do not flatter , Of all the women in the world , I never could come at her . Her body is bestowed well , A handsome grave does ( 381 )
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aboon amang banks bannocks barley bree beſt birks of Aberfeldy blaſt blaw bleft blythe bofom bonie blue Bonie laffie bonie lafs 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 fummer fweet Glaſgow glen green gude hame heart Here's a health Highland Highland laddie houſe ilka Jamie John Katie kifs Kilmarnock kiſs laddie laſs LASSIE laſt lo'e Lynedoch Street Mary maun mony morning muſt nae mair ne'er never night o'er parcel of rogues Phely pleaſure pofie ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmile 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
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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.