Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 sider |
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Side 12
... maun be my Mufe's well , My Mufe maun be thy bonie fell ; On Corfincon * I'll glow'r and spell , And write how dear I love thee . * A high hill near the fource of the river Nith . ; Then come , fweet Mufe , infpire my lay ! ( 12 )
... maun be my Mufe's well , My Mufe maun be thy bonie fell ; On Corfincon * I'll glow'r and spell , And write how dear I love thee . * A high hill near the fource of the river Nith . ; Then come , fweet Mufe , infpire my lay ! ( 12 )
Side 20
... yon gardens fine ! The world then the love fhould know I bear my Highland laffie , O. Within the glen , & c . But fickle Fortune frowns on me , And I maun cross the raging fea ; But while my crimfon currents flow , I love my ( 20 )
... yon gardens fine ! The world then the love fhould know I bear my Highland laffie , O. Within the glen , & c . But fickle Fortune frowns on me , And I maun cross the raging fea ; But while my crimfon currents flow , I love my ( 20 )
Side 38
... , 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 fleep thegither at the foot , John Ander- fon , my jo . HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS . Air.- " JOHN ANDERSON ( 38 )
... , 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 fleep thegither at the foot , John Ander- fon , my jo . HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS . Air.- " JOHN ANDERSON ( 38 )
Side 42
... 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 )
... 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 46
... maun ha'e their will ; Syne as ye brew , my maiden fair , Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill . O gear will buy me rigs o ' land , And gear will buy me sheep and kye ; But the tender heart o ' leefome love , The gowd and filler canna ...
... maun ha'e their will ; Syne as ye brew , my maiden fair , Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill . O gear will buy me rigs o ' land , And gear will buy me sheep and kye ; But the tender heart o ' leefome love , The gowd and filler canna ...
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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.