The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English. Reprinted from the 14th Ed, Том 1J. Crum, 1871 |
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The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and ..., Том 1 Allan Ramsay Повний перегляд - 1871 |
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Alake baith Balow beauty beſt blate bluſh blyth bofom bonny braes of Yarrow breaſt broom of Cowdenknows buſk cauld ceaſe charms cou'd dear delight deſpair didle e'er eaſe ev'ry eyes faid fair fhall fighs filk filly fing firſt flow'ry fmiles fniſhing fome foon forrow foul frae ftill fuch fwain fweet gang gi'e grace ha'e hame heart heaven highland laddie houſe ilka Jeany Jenny Jocky kiſs laddie laffie lafs laſs laſt leave thee Lochaber love thee lover maid maun muſt nae mair nane ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion Peggy pleaſe pleaſure praiſe riſe Rob Morris ſaid ſay ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhe's ſhine ſhould ſmile SONG ſport ſpring ſtill ſweet Syne theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand todlen treaſure Tune-The uſe wawking winna wiſh ye're young
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Сторінка 181 - Glasgow town, We were a comely sight to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysel
Сторінка 49 - My passion with your beauty grew, While Cupid at my heart Still as his mother favour'd you Threw a new flaming dart : Each gloried in their wanton part; To make a lover, he...
Сторінка 239 - My love as he had not been a lover. "The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest— 'twas my...
Сторінка 211 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld.
Сторінка 109 - I'll smiling mock at thy neglect, And never love thee more. But if no faithless action stain Thy love and constant word, I'll make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword; I'll serve thee in such noble ways As ne'er was known before ; I'll deck and crown thy head with bays, And love thee more and more.
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Сторінка 72 - AN THOU WERE MY AIN THING. AN thou were my ain thing, I would love thee, I would love thee ; An thou were my ain thing How dearly would I love thee. Like bees that suck the morning dew Frae flowers of sweetest scent and hue, Sae wad I dwell upo' thy mou, And gar the gods envy me.
Сторінка 65 - Soon as the clear goodman of day Does bend his morning draught of dew, "We'll gae to some burnside and play, And gather flow'rs to busk ye'r brow. We'll pou the daisies on the green, The lucken gowans frae the bog ; Between hands now and then we'll lean, And sport upo