Songs, Chiefly in the Scottish DialectJ. M'Kie, 1869 - 396 sider |
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Side xiii
... tell thy lover Lines on a Ploughman The Fête Champetre Adown winding Nith 357 359 362 363 364 366 367 368 369 372 O wat ye what my minnie did 374 Lucklefs Fortune - 375 Ah , Chloris , fince it may na be 376 The Sons of old Killie 377 ...
... tell thy lover Lines on a Ploughman The Fête Champetre Adown winding Nith 357 359 362 363 364 366 367 368 369 372 O wat ye what my minnie did 374 Lucklefs Fortune - 375 Ah , Chloris , fince it may na be 376 The Sons of old Killie 377 ...
Side 1
... Tell me thou bring'ft me , my Willie , the fame . Winter winds blew , loud and cauld , at our parting , my Willie brought tears in my Welcome now Simmer , and welcome , my Fears for Willie ; The Simmer to Nature , my Willie to me . A e ...
... Tell me thou bring'ft me , my Willie , the fame . Winter winds blew , loud and cauld , at our parting , my Willie brought tears in my Welcome now Simmer , and welcome , my Fears for Willie ; The Simmer to Nature , my Willie to me . A e ...
Side 31
... tell , Ha , ha , the wooing o't ; Meg grew fick , —as he grew heal , Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Something in her bofom wrings , For relief a figh fhe brings ; And oh ! her een they spak fic things ! Ha , ha , the wooing o't . * A great ...
... tell , Ha , ha , the wooing o't ; Meg grew fick , —as he grew heal , Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Something in her bofom wrings , For relief a figh fhe brings ; And oh ! her een they spak fic things ! Ha , ha , the wooing o't . * A great ...
Side 81
... d my foes , So Peggy ne'er I'd known ! The wretch whafe doom is " hope nae mair , " What tongue his woes can tell ; Within whase bosom fave Despair Nae kinder fpirits dwell . L HAD I A CAVE ON SOME WILD H DISTANT SHORE ( 81 )
... d my foes , So Peggy ne'er I'd known ! The wretch whafe doom is " hope nae mair , " What tongue his woes can tell ; Within whase bosom fave Despair Nae kinder fpirits dwell . L HAD I A CAVE ON SOME WILD H DISTANT SHORE ( 81 )
Side 117
... tell But diftrefs , with horrors arming , Thou haft also known too well ! Fairest flow'r ! behold the lily ... Telling o'er his little joys : Hapless bird ! a prey the surest To each pirate of the skies . Dearly bought the hidden ...
... tell But diftrefs , with horrors arming , Thou haft also known too well ! Fairest flow'r ! behold the lily ... Telling o'er his little joys : Hapless bird ! a prey the surest To each pirate of the skies . Dearly bought the hidden ...
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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.