Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, Etc, Band 2W. Paterson, 1870 |
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... frae me , Donald 159 160 The Dreg Song I'll chear up my heart 163 165 * Robin Red - breast Let me in this ae night 166 167 * Bide ye yet . * Hallow Fair * " Our goodman came hame at e'en . " The Nurse's Song Kind - hearted Nansy ...
... frae me , Donald 159 160 The Dreg Song I'll chear up my heart 163 165 * Robin Red - breast Let me in this ae night 166 167 * Bide ye yet . * Hallow Fair * " Our goodman came hame at e'en . " The Nurse's Song Kind - hearted Nansy ...
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... amang the braken . She wad nae hae a Lawland laird , Nor be an English lady ; But she wad gang wi ' DUNCAN GRÆME , And row her in his plaidie . She was nae ten miles frae the town , When SCOTS SONGS . 3 * Lizae Baillie.
... amang the braken . She wad nae hae a Lawland laird , Nor be an English lady ; But she wad gang wi ' DUNCAN GRÆME , And row her in his plaidie . She was nae ten miles frae the town , When SCOTS SONGS . 3 * Lizae Baillie.
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David Herd Gilpin. She was nae ten miles frae the town , When she began to weary ; She aften looked back , and said , " Farewell to Castlecarry . " The first place I saw my DUNCAN GRÆME Was near yon holland bush . My father took frae me ...
David Herd Gilpin. She was nae ten miles frae the town , When she began to weary ; She aften looked back , and said , " Farewell to Castlecarry . " The first place I saw my DUNCAN GRÆME Was near yon holland bush . My father took frae me ...
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... frae the begging and made ye my wife : It was your fair outside that first took my ee , But this fall be the last time my face ye fall fee . Fye on ye , ill woman , the bringer o SCOTS SONGS . 5 * "O gin my love were yon red rose Love ...
... frae the begging and made ye my wife : It was your fair outside that first took my ee , But this fall be the last time my face ye fall fee . Fye on ye , ill woman , the bringer o SCOTS SONGS . 5 * "O gin my love were yon red rose Love ...
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... he was born , Was but a filly poor vagabond , And ilka ane leugh him to scorn ; For he did spend and mak an end Of gear that his forefathers wan , He gart the poor ftand frae the door , Sae SCOTS SON G S. 13 Auld Goodman.
... he was born , Was but a filly poor vagabond , And ilka ane leugh him to scorn ; For he did spend and mak an end Of gear that his forefathers wan , He gart the poor ftand frae the door , Sae SCOTS SON G S. 13 Auld Goodman.
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ae night alſo bairns baith bannocks Becauſe beſt blate blyth bonny Bonny Dundee braw caft canna carl cauld COCKPEN corn ground cou'd Daffin Dainty Downby dear e'en e'er faid fair Fal deral filk filler filly firſt fome foon frae gane gang gear gi'e goodman goodwife Grey Cock heart horſe houſe ilka JENNY Jock JOHNY kifs kiſs laddie laffes laffie lafs laird laſs MAGGIE maid married Mattam maun meikle mither mony MOZIE muckle nae mair NANCY nane ne'er never noiſe o'er quoth ROB MORRIS ſaid ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhe's ſheep ſhould Sing ſmall ſpeak ſpin ſweet Syne thee theſe thou tocher uſed wanton weel WILLIE WILSY winna wiſh Woo'd Wyfe ye'll come hame ye're Ye's young
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Seite 301 - Beside the river Dee ; He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he ; And this the burden of his song For ever used to be, — " I envy nobody ; no, not I, And nobody envies me ! "
Seite 199 - When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he — Till he said, I'm come hame to marry thee.
Seite 302 - twas Claver'se who spoke, 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke, So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee, 'Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
Seite 295 - For he that hath, to him shall be given: and he that hath not, from him shall be taken even that which he hath.
Seite 73 - Nor ony thing that's dainty ; And now and then a keckling hen To lay her eggs in plenty. In winter, when the wind and rain Blaws o'er the house and byre, He sits beside a clean hearthstane Before a rousing fire ; With nut-brown ale he tells his tale, Which rows him o'er fu...
Seite 299 - I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet! If Colin's weel, and weel content, I hae nae mair to crave ; And gin I live to keep him sae, I'm blest aboon the lave: And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet.
Seite 199 - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break...
Seite 198 - I look'd for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack His ship it was a wrack — why didna Jamie dee ? Or...
Seite 289 - I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest. I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus
Seite 298 - There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman's awa'. And gie to me my bigonet, My bishop's satin gown; For I maun tell the baillie's wife That Colin's in the town. My Turkey slippers maun gae on, My stockins pearly blue; It's a' to pleasure our gudeman, For he's baith leal and true.