Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 sider |
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... lives a lafs ( First fett ) 350 The Banks o ' Doon ( Second fett ) 352 Montgomerie's Peggie 354 Here's a health to them that's awa 355 There was a lad was born in Kyle My father was a farmer Her flowing locks Amang the trees The gowden ...
... lives a lafs ( First fett ) 350 The Banks o ' Doon ( Second fett ) 352 Montgomerie's Peggie 354 Here's a health to them that's awa 355 There was a lad was born in Kyle My father was a farmer Her flowing locks Amang the trees The gowden ...
Side 12
... live : When that grim foe of life below , Comes in between to bid us part ; The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my blifs , —it breaks my heart ! O WERE I ON PARNASSUS HILL . O Air . - O JEAN I LOVE THEE . WERE I on Parnaffus ...
... live : When that grim foe of life below , Comes in between to bid us part ; The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my blifs , —it breaks my heart ! O WERE I ON PARNASSUS HILL . O Air . - O JEAN I LOVE THEE . WERE I on Parnaffus ...
Side 13
... name , - I only live to love thee . Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on , Beyond the fea , beyond the fun , ' Till my laft weary fand was run , ' Till then - and then I love thee . HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT . Air . ( 13 )
... name , - I only live to love thee . Tho ' I were doom'd to wander on , Beyond the fea , beyond the fun , ' Till my laft weary fand was run , ' Till then - and then I love thee . HOW LANG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT . Air . ( 13 )
Side 23
... lives a lad , the lad for me , He is a gallant failor . Oh I had wooers , eight or nine , They gied me rings and ribbons fine ; And I was fear'd my heart wou'd tine , And I gied it to the failor . My daddie fign'd my tocher band , To ...
... lives a lad , the lad for me , He is a gallant failor . Oh I had wooers , eight or nine , They gied me rings and ribbons fine ; And I was fear'd my heart wou'd tine , And I gied it to the failor . My daddie fign'd my tocher band , To ...
Side 28
... live - day long . Death , oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow , Now , fond , I bare my breast , O , do thou kindly lay me low With him I love at reft . TRUE HEARTED WAS HE THE SAD SWAIN , & c ( 28 ) gave Fate the word, the arrow fped.
... live - day long . Death , oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow , Now , fond , I bare my breast , O , do thou kindly lay me low With him I love at reft . TRUE HEARTED WAS HE THE SAD SWAIN , & c ( 28 ) gave Fate the word, the arrow fped.
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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.