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The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs ..., Том 2
Повний перегляд - 1816
amang appear arms auld banks beautiful blaw bloom blythe bonnie bosom braes breast cauld charms coggie comes composed dear dearie early fair Farewell fear feelings flowers frae friends gang glen green hame hand happy heart Highland hills hope hour I'll ilka Jamie Jean John kind laddie land langsyne lass lassie leave live look lover Mary maun meet mind morning nae mair nature ne'er never night o'er peace piece pleasure poor rose round sang scenes Scottish seen side sing smile song soon strain sweet tear tell thee There's thing thou thought thro tree true TUNE TUNE_ verses wander weel wild wind winter wish woods wooing young
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.