Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 sider |
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... kiss 230 231 Cauld is the e'enin blast 232 There was a bonie lafs There's news , laffes , news O that I had ne'er been married O Mally's meek , Mally's fweet The Dumfries Volunteers Had I the wyte she bade me A ' the lads o ' Thornie ...
... kiss 230 231 Cauld is the e'enin blast 232 There was a bonie lafs There's news , laffes , news O that I had ne'er been married O Mally's meek , Mally's fweet The Dumfries Volunteers Had I the wyte she bade me A ' the lads o ' Thornie ...
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... KISS ME NOW . " N fimmer when the hay was mawn , IN And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While clover blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; Blythe Beffie in the milking shiel , Says , I'll be wed come o't what will ...
... KISS ME NOW . " N fimmer when the hay was mawn , IN And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While clover blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; Blythe Beffie in the milking shiel , Says , I'll be wed come o't what will ...
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... place and time I met my dearie ! Her head upon my throbbing breast , She , finking , faid , " I'm thine for ever ! " * A mountain weft of Strathallan , 3009 feet high . While many a kiss the seal imprest , The facred ( 74 )
... place and time I met my dearie ! Her head upon my throbbing breast , She , finking , faid , " I'm thine for ever ! " * A mountain weft of Strathallan , 3009 feet high . While many a kiss the seal imprest , The facred ( 74 )
Side 75
Robert Burns. While many a kiss the seal imprest , The facred vow , we ne'er fhould fever . The haunt o ' spring ' s the primrose - brae , The fimmer joys the flocks to follow ; How cheery , thro ' her shortening day , Is autumn in her ...
Robert Burns. While many a kiss the seal imprest , The facred vow , we ne'er fhould fever . The haunt o ' spring ' s the primrose - brae , The fimmer joys the flocks to follow ; How cheery , thro ' her shortening day , Is autumn in her ...
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... kiss'd fae fondly ! And clos'd for ay , the sparkling glance That dwalt on me fae kindly ! And mouldering now in filent dust , That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But ftill within bofom's core my Shall live my Highland Mary . THOU HAST ...
... kiss'd fae fondly ! And clos'd for ay , the sparkling glance That dwalt on me fae kindly ! And mouldering now in filent dust , That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But ftill within bofom's core my Shall live my Highland Mary . THOU HAST ...
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aboon ain dear amang banks bannocks barley bree beſt birks of Aberfeldy 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 fing firſt flowers fome forrow frae ftill fweet Glaſgow glen green gude hame heart Here's a health Highland Highland laddie ilka James Jamie John Katie kifs Kilmarnock laddie laſs LASSIE lo'es lover Lynedoch Street Mary maun mony morning muſt nae mair ne'er never night o'er parcel of rogues Phely pleaſure pofie roſe ſay ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmile ſpring ſtill ſtream Street ſweet thee thro thyme Tibbie 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.