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O LOGIE O ' Buchan , O Logie the Laird , They ' ve ta ' en awa Jamie , that delv ' d
in the yard , Wha play ' d on the pipe , wi ' the viol sae sma ' ; They ' ve ta ' en awa
Jamie , the flow ' r o ' them a ' . He said , think na lang , lassie , though I gang ...
O LOGIE O ' Buchan , O Logie the Laird , They ' ve ta ' en awa Jamie , that delv ' d
in the yard , Wha play ' d on the pipe , wi ' the viol sae sma ' ; They ' ve ta ' en awa
Jamie , the flow ' r o ' them a ' . He said , think na lang , lassie , though I gang ...
Side 53
I ' ll no gang there , Nor about Jamie tak a care , Nor about Jamie tak a care , For
he ' s ta ' en up wi ' Maggie . For hark , and I will tell you , lass , Did I not see
young Jamie pass , Wi ' meikle blytheness in his face , Out owre the muir to
Maggie ...
I ' ll no gang there , Nor about Jamie tak a care , Nor about Jamie tak a care , For
he ' s ta ' en up wi ' Maggie . For hark , and I will tell you , lass , Did I not see
young Jamie pass , Wi ' meikle blytheness in his face , Out owre the muir to
Maggie ...
Side 90
And as he was singing , the tears fast down came There ' ll never be peace till
Jamie comes hame . The church is in ruins , the state is in jars , Delusions ,
oppressions , and murderous wars : We dare na weel say ' t , but we ken wha ' s
to ...
And as he was singing , the tears fast down came There ' ll never be peace till
Jamie comes hame . The church is in ruins , the state is in jars , Delusions ,
oppressions , and murderous wars : We dare na weel say ' t , but we ken wha ' s
to ...
Side 94
She gaed by the stable , whare Jamie was stannin ' , Right sair was his kind heart
the flittin ' to see ; Fare ye weel Lucy , quo ' Jamie , and ran in . - The gatherin '
tears trickled fast frae her ee . As down the burn - side she gaed slow wi ' her ...
She gaed by the stable , whare Jamie was stannin ' , Right sair was his kind heart
the flittin ' to see ; Fare ye weel Lucy , quo ' Jamie , and ran in . - The gatherin '
tears trickled fast frae her ee . As down the burn - side she gaed slow wi ' her ...
Side 325
Search ev ' ry part throughout the land , there ' s none like me forlorn ; I ' m ready
e ' en to ban the day that ever I was born ; For Jamie , all I lov ' d on earth , ah ! he
is gone away ; My father dead , my mother dead , and eke auld Robin Gray , I ...
Search ev ' ry part throughout the land , there ' s none like me forlorn ; I ' m ready
e ' en to ban the day that ever I was born ; For Jamie , all I lov ' d on earth , ah ! he
is gone away ; My father dead , my mother dead , and eke auld Robin Gray , I ...
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Side 95 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Side 33 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Side 34 - 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 18 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae 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', Let him follow me!
Side 311 - 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 162 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Side 25 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Side 135 - Glen? Yestreen at the Valentines' dealing, My heart to my mou gied a sten : For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written, Tam Glen. The last Halloween I was waukin My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken ; His likeness cam up the house staukin — And the very grey breeks o...
Side 25 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Side 198 - Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a