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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Side 23
... and wats nae , as we say , In getting leave to dwell beside her ; And gin ye had her mair your ain , Ye'd maybe find it waur to guide her . Wooing at her , & c . Ah ! Lawrie , ye've debauch'd the lass , Wi SCOTTISH SONGS 23.
... and wats nae , as we say , In getting leave to dwell beside her ; And gin ye had her mair your ain , Ye'd maybe find it waur to guide her . Wooing at her , & c . Ah ! Lawrie , ye've debauch'd the lass , Wi SCOTTISH SONGS 23.
Side 27
... leave aff whare I began , And tak my auld cloak about me . KAIL BROSE O ' AULD SCOTLAND . TUNE " O ! the roast beef of Old England . " WHEN Our ancient forefathers agreed wi ' the laird , For a piece o ' gude grund to be a kail - yard ...
... leave aff whare I began , And tak my auld cloak about me . KAIL BROSE O ' AULD SCOTLAND . TUNE " O ! the roast beef of Old England . " WHEN Our ancient forefathers agreed wi ' the laird , For a piece o ' gude grund to be a kail - yard ...
Side 32
... leave my native Caledonia . When I think on days gane , and sae happy I hae been , When wandering wi ' my dearie , where the primrose blaws unseen , I'm wae to leave my lassie , an ' my daddie's cot ava , Or to leave the healthfu ...
... leave my native Caledonia . When I think on days gane , and sae happy I hae been , When wandering wi ' my dearie , where the primrose blaws unseen , I'm wae to leave my lassie , an ' my daddie's cot ava , Or to leave the healthfu ...
Side 40
... leave your mammy . The smile gade aff her bonnie face - I maun na leave my mammy ; She's gi'en me meat , she's gi'en me claise , She's been my comfort a ' my days : - My father's death brought monie waes- I canna leave my mammy . We'll ...
... leave your mammy . The smile gade aff her bonnie face - I maun na leave my mammy ; She's gi'en me meat , she's gi'en me claise , She's been my comfort a ' my days : - My father's death brought monie waes- I canna leave my mammy . We'll ...
Side 47
... leave the bonnie banks of Ayr . Farewell , old Coila's hills and dales , Her heathy moors and winding vales ; The scenes where wretched fancy roves , Pursuing past , unhappy loves ! Farewell , my friends ! farewell , my foes ! My peace ...
... leave the bonnie banks of Ayr . Farewell , old Coila's hills and dales , Her heathy moors and winding vales ; The scenes where wretched fancy roves , Pursuing past , unhappy loves ! Farewell , my friends ! farewell , my foes ! My peace ...
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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