The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Volum 11816 |
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... cauld , Caledonia's blast on the wave ; Their sweet - scented woodlands , that skirt the proud palace , What are they ? -the haunt o ' the tyrant and slave ! The slave's spicy forests , and gold - bubbling fountains , The brave ...
... cauld , Caledonia's blast on the wave ; Their sweet - scented woodlands , that skirt the proud palace , What are they ? -the haunt o ' the tyrant and slave ! The slave's spicy forests , and gold - bubbling fountains , The brave ...
Side 5
... cauld winter's awa , And I'll come and see thee in spite o ' them a ' . Sandy has ousen , has gear , and has kye ; A house and a hadden , and siller forbye : But I'd tak my ain lad , wi ' his staff in his hand , Before I'd hae him , wi ...
... cauld winter's awa , And I'll come and see thee in spite o ' them a ' . Sandy has ousen , has gear , and has kye ; A house and a hadden , and siller forbye : But I'd tak my ain lad , wi ' his staff in his hand , Before I'd hae him , wi ...
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... cauld's the clay , That wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale , pale now , those rosy I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! lips , And clos'd for aye , the sparkling glance , That dwelt on me sae kindly ; And mouldering now in silent dust , That ...
... cauld's the clay , That wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale , pale now , those rosy I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! lips , And clos'd for aye , the sparkling glance , That dwelt on me sae kindly ; And mouldering now in silent dust , That ...
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... cauld , And frost and snaw on ilka hill , And Boreas , wi ' his blast sae bauld , Was threat'ning a ' our kye to kill : Then Bell , my wife , wha lo'es na strife , She said to me right hastilie , Get up , goodman , save Crumie's life ...
... cauld , And frost and snaw on ilka hill , And Boreas , wi ' his blast sae bauld , Was threat'ning a ' our kye to kill : Then Bell , my wife , wha lo'es na strife , She said to me right hastilie , Get up , goodman , save Crumie's life ...
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... cauld , and my claithing is thin , The ewes are new clipped , they winna bught in ; They winna bught in , although I should die ; O yellow - hair'd laddie , be kind unto me . They winna bught , & c . The gudewife cries butt the house ...
... cauld , and my claithing is thin , The ewes are new clipped , they winna bught in ; They winna bught in , although I should die ; O yellow - hair'd laddie , be kind unto me . They winna bught , & c . The gudewife cries butt the house ...
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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