 Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O  The Scottish Songs - Сторінка 288автори: Robert Chambers - 1829Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1845 - 440 стор.
...your woods, and lair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her rohes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Alary. How sweetly hloom'd the gay, green hirk, How rich the hawthorn's hlossom ; As underneath her... | |
 | John Wilson - 1845 - 236 стор.
...Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfaulds her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel . 0' my sweet Highland Mary." ,»* ' But what are lines like these to his " Address to Mary in Heaven... | |
 | Pierre Lebrocquy - 1845 - 552 стор.
...larmes aux yeux. Mais que veux-tu 1 une jeune fillette qui quitte à peine les genoux de sa mère ! How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green BIRK , How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! Hoe zoel bloeide de lustige, groene... | |
 | 1846 - 374 стор.
...flowers. Your waters never drumlie ; " There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the longest tarry : For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary." Mark that ! He would have Nature endow with her choicest treasures the scenes consecrated by the memory... | |
 | British empire - 1847 - 856 стор.
...gained more renown than the boldest scenery and the most martial deeds could have attached to it : " How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As, underneath the fragrant shade, I clasped her to my bosom ! The angel-hours, on golden wings, Flew... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1850 - 508 стор.
...your flowen, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the lancest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green btrk. How rich the hawthorn's blossom I As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom... | |
 | Erastus Darrow - 1850 - 104 стор.
...fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robe, And there they langest tarry, For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. " Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And pledging aft to meet again,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1865 - 236 стор.
...around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the...last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade, I... | |
 | John Aikin - 1852 - 792 стор.
...around, The castle o' Montgomery, breen be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! bloom 'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom ; As underneath their fragrant shade I... | |
 | Scottish songs - 1852 - 356 стор.
...your flowers, Your waters never drumlie. There Simmer first unfald her robes, And there the latigest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet...the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew... | |
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