The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English, Том 1

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Сторінка 237 - Flows Yarrow sweet? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed, As green its grass, its gowan as yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow.
Сторінка 238 - But who the expected husband husband is? His hands, methinks, are bath'd in slaughter, Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon, Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after. Pale as he is, here lay him lay him down, O lay his cold head on my pillow; Take aff take aff these bridal weids, And crown my careful head with willow. Pale tho...
Сторінка 46 - WHEN trees did bud, and fields were green, And broom bloom'd fair to see; When Mary was complete fifteen, And love laughed in her e'e; Blythe Davie's blinks her heart did move To speak her mind thus free; Gang down the burn, Davie, love, And I will follow thee.
Сторінка 143 - So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown: Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.
Сторінка 55 - She kills whene'er she dances : Blyth as a kid, with wit at will, She blooming, tight, and tall is ; And guides her airs sae gracefu' still, O Jove, she's like thy Pallas.
Сторінка 144 - Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge, and broken oath: And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth.
Сторінка 179 - Glasgow town, We were a comely sight to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysel
Сторінка 236 - Curse ye, curse ye, his useless, useless shield, My arm that wrought the deed of sorrow, The fatal spear that pierced his breast — His comely breast on the braes of Yarrow...
Сторінка 126 - I were a maid again, From young men's flattery I'd refrain ; For now, unto my grief, I find, They all are perjur'd and unkind : Bewitching charms bred all my harms, Witnefs my babe lies in my arms.
Сторінка 145 - Margaret's name, And thrice he wept full sore ; Then laid his cheek to her cold grave, And word...

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