The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Volum 1 |
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Side 81
His sense drives ilk fear far awa ! I listen - - poor fool ! and I greet , Yet how sweet
are the tears as they fa ' ! Dear lassie , he cries wi ' a jeer , , Ne ' er heed what the
auld anes will say ; Though we ' ve little to brag o ' - ne ' er fear ; What ' s gowd ...
His sense drives ilk fear far awa ! I listen - - poor fool ! and I greet , Yet how sweet
are the tears as they fa ' ! Dear lassie , he cries wi ' a jeer , , Ne ' er heed what the
auld anes will say ; Though we ' ve little to brag o ' - ne ' er fear ; What ' s gowd ...
Side 157
... are rising o ' er the sea , winds blaw loud and fear me ; Waves are rising o ' er
the sea , winds blaw loud and fear me ; While the winds and waves do roar , I am
wae and drearie , And gin ye loo me as ye say , ye winna gang and leave me .
... are rising o ' er the sea , winds blaw loud and fear me ; Waves are rising o ' er
the sea , winds blaw loud and fear me ; While the winds and waves do roar , I am
wae and drearie , And gin ye loo me as ye say , ye winna gang and leave me .
Side 274
Wi ' crowdie unto me , man ; She swore she saw some rebels run Frae Perth unto
Dundee , man : Their left - hand general had nae skill , The Angus lads had nae
good will That day their neebors ' blood to spill ; For fear , by foes , that they ...
Wi ' crowdie unto me , man ; She swore she saw some rebels run Frae Perth unto
Dundee , man : Their left - hand general had nae skill , The Angus lads had nae
good will That day their neebors ' blood to spill ; For fear , by foes , that they ...
Side 313
A feverish heat has depriv ' d o ' their bloom , Her lips , ance sae rosy , exhaling
perfume ; An ' chang ' d is the glance o ' her blythe hazel ee , Poor Mary , I fear , is
unhappy - like me . ' Twas thus a fair flow ' ret adorn ' d my lone walk , But chill ...
A feverish heat has depriv ' d o ' their bloom , Her lips , ance sae rosy , exhaling
perfume ; An ' chang ' d is the glance o ' her blythe hazel ee , Poor Mary , I fear , is
unhappy - like me . ' Twas thus a fair flow ' ret adorn ' d my lone walk , But chill ...
Side 321
... I pray , Sin ' thou ' ll no gang to Gowrie . Since first I met thee at the shiel , My
saul to thee ' s been true and leal ; The darkest night I fear nae deil , Warlock , or
witch , in Gowrie . I fear nae want o ' claise , nor nought SCOTTISH SONGS . 321.
... I pray , Sin ' thou ' ll no gang to Gowrie . Since first I met thee at the shiel , My
saul to thee ' s been true and leal ; The darkest night I fear nae deil , Warlock , or
witch , in Gowrie . I fear nae want o ' claise , nor nought SCOTTISH SONGS . 321.
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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