Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... comes • Oh , he's been lang o ' coming ! Oh , how could I venture ? • · Oh , my Love is like a red , red Rose . Oh , Poortith cauld Oh , where , tell me where ? Old long syne On the Death of Burns One day I heard Mary say Our ain ...
... comes • Oh , he's been lang o ' coming ! Oh , how could I venture ? • · Oh , my Love is like a red , red Rose . Oh , Poortith cauld Oh , where , tell me where ? Old long syne On the Death of Burns One day I heard Mary say Our ain ...
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... come to town . My Turkey slippers I'll put on , My stockins pearl - blue- It's a ' to pleasure our gudeman , For he's baith ... comes up the stair . And will I see his face again , And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi ' the ...
... come to town . My Turkey slippers I'll put on , My stockins pearl - blue- It's a ' to pleasure our gudeman , For he's baith ... comes up the stair . And will I see his face again , And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi ' the ...
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... comes hame . ” Now in her green mantie blythe Nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat ower the braes ... Come , Autumn , sae pensive in yellow and grey , And soothe me wi ' tidings o ' nature's decay ; The dark dreary winter ...
... comes hame . ” Now in her green mantie blythe Nature arrays , And listens the lambkins that bleat ower the braes ... Come , Autumn , sae pensive in yellow and grey , And soothe me wi ' tidings o ' nature's decay ; The dark dreary winter ...
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... Comes in between to make us part ; The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my bliss - it breaks my heart . The air was the composition of Robert Riddell , Esq . , of Glenriddell , in honour of whose marriage Burns wrote the song ...
... Comes in between to make us part ; The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my bliss - it breaks my heart . The air was the composition of Robert Riddell , Esq . , of Glenriddell , in honour of whose marriage Burns wrote the song ...
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... comes no cheering , To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary ; But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory . The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest ; But our flower was in ...
... comes no cheering , To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary ; But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory . The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest ; But our flower was in ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ain fireside Allan appears arms auld baith banks beautiful behave bloom blue blythe body bonnie lassie born braes Burns canna cauld charms collection comes dear dearie died dinna e'en early English fair Farewell fear flower founded frae friends gang gi'e glen green grow hame hand happy heart heaven Highland hills I'll ilka John John Anderson kind king kiss laddie Lady land lass leave letter live lo'e look mair Mary maun meet mind morning ne'er never night o'er ower pleasure poor RAMSAY rise ROBERT rose rows says Scottish seen sing smile song sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomson thou thought true weel wife Willie wind young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 127 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory.
Seite 173 - Wha, for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Seite 285 - 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.
Seite 219 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Seite 286 - 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!
Seite 129 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me yon knew.
Seite 114 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Seite 118 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest ! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love, and Pleasure ! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ! Ae fareweel, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Seite 76 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie — The Flowers of the Forest are weded away. Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.
Seite 93 - O 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 hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?