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Amang arms auld banks bear birds blaw bloom blythe body bonnie bosom braes breast bright charms CHORUS comes cruel dear dearie early fair Farewell fate fear Flow flowers frae glen green grows guid hame hand happy hast heart Heaven Here's Highland hills hope hour I'll ilka kind king kiss laddie land lass lassie leave light live loes look lover mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning nature ne'er never night o'er peace pleasure poor rose round rove seas seen shore sing smile spring stream sweet tear tell thee thine thing thou thought thro thyme true wander weary weel wife wild Willie wind winter woods young
Сторінка 102 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Сторінка 19 - See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's power, — Chains and slaverie! 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?
Сторінка 191 - 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 ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Сторінка 38 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Сторінка 91 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Сторінка 5 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Сторінка 32 - DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd; Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer't and blin', Spak o' lowpin' o'er a linn ; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Сторінка 92 - 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...
Сторінка 39 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a