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... where humming bees , One night as I did wander , There was a lad was born at Kyle , 149 ib . 150 152 ib . 153 154 155 156 157 • 158 159 When first I came to Stewart Kyle , 160 Altho ' my bed were in yon muir , O viii CONTENTS .
... where humming bees , One night as I did wander , There was a lad was born at Kyle , 149 ib . 150 152 ib . 153 154 155 156 157 • 158 159 When first I came to Stewart Kyle , 160 Altho ' my bed were in yon muir , O viii CONTENTS .
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... night . ' FORLORN , My love , no comfort near , Far , far from thee , I wander here ; Far , far from thee , the fate severe At which I most repine , love . CHORUS . O wert thou , love , but near me , But near , near , near me ; How ...
... night . ' FORLORN , My love , no comfort near , Far , far from thee , I wander here ; Far , far from thee , the fate severe At which I most repine , love . CHORUS . O wert thou , love , but near me , But near , near , near me ; How ...
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... night o'erhang my dwelling ! Howling tempests o'er me rave ! Turbid torrents , wintry swelling , Still surround my lonely cave ! Crystal streamlets gently flowing , Busy haunts of base mankind , Western breezes softly blowing , Suit not ...
... night o'erhang my dwelling ! Howling tempests o'er me rave ! Turbid torrents , wintry swelling , Still surround my lonely cave ! Crystal streamlets gently flowing , Busy haunts of base mankind , Western breezes softly blowing , Suit not ...
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... night of sorrow , ' Cheerless night that knows no morrow . ' O'er the past too fondly wandering , On the hopeless future pondering , ' Chilly grief my life - blood freezes , Fell despair my fancy seizes . ' Life , thou soul of every ...
... night of sorrow , ' Cheerless night that knows no morrow . ' O'er the past too fondly wandering , On the hopeless future pondering , ' Chilly grief my life - blood freezes , Fell despair my fancy seizes . ' Life , thou soul of every ...
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... night , do thou befriend me ; Downy sleep , the curtain draw ; Spirits kind , again attend me , Talk of him that's far awa ! BLITHE WAS SHE . Blithe , blithe and merry was she , Blithe was she but and ben : Blithe by the banks of Ern ...
... night , do thou befriend me ; Downy sleep , the curtain draw ; Spirits kind , again attend me , Talk of him that's far awa ! BLITHE WAS SHE . Blithe , blithe and merry was she , Blithe was she but and ben : Blithe by the banks of Ern ...
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Сторінка 71 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee : Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Сторінка 27 - 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' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs, WJ.
Сторінка 13 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Сторінка 44 - Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills ; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Сторінка 131 - 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 30 - 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 132 - 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 50 - As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Сторінка 28 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou', etc.
Сторінка 130 - An' fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...