Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1857 |
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... ilka grace she can command , — Her lips , oh , now , they're denty ! Mary's locks are like the craw , Her een like diamonds ' glances ; She's aye sae clean , redd up , and braw , She kills whene'er she dances . Blythe as a kid , wi ...
... ilka grace she can command , — Her lips , oh , now , they're denty ! Mary's locks are like the craw , Her een like diamonds ' glances ; She's aye sae clean , redd up , and braw , She kills whene'er she dances . Blythe as a kid , wi ...
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... ilka sport manly gave pleasure to me , For nane can put , wrestle , or run swift as thec . PATIE . Our Jenny sings saftly the " Cowden - Broom - Knowes , " And Rosie lilts sweetly the " Milking the Ewes ; " There's few " Jenny Nettles ...
... ilka sport manly gave pleasure to me , For nane can put , wrestle , or run swift as thec . PATIE . Our Jenny sings saftly the " Cowden - Broom - Knowes , " And Rosie lilts sweetly the " Milking the Ewes ; " There's few " Jenny Nettles ...
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... kin had sworn and said , I'll ower Bogie wi ' her . If I can get but her consent , I dinna care a strae ; Though ilka ane be discontent , Awa ' wi ' her I'll gae . For now she's mistress o ' my heart , And SONGS OF THE AFFECHONS . 33.
... kin had sworn and said , I'll ower Bogie wi ' her . If I can get but her consent , I dinna care a strae ; Though ilka ane be discontent , Awa ' wi ' her I'll gae . For now she's mistress o ' my heart , And SONGS OF THE AFFECHONS . 33.
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... ilka cause of strife , The common pest of married life , That makes ane wearied of his wife , And breaks the kindly band aye . " I consider the melody ' This is no my ain house , ' perhaps better known as This is no my ain lassie , ' to ...
... ilka cause of strife , The common pest of married life , That makes ane wearied of his wife , And breaks the kindly band aye . " I consider the melody ' This is no my ain house , ' perhaps better known as This is no my ain lassie , ' to ...
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... ' down into a cellar , There I saw the bonniest lass Was writing a letter . She was writing an ' inditing , And losing her colour , But ilka kiss of her mou ' Cost me a dollar . Cost me a dollar , An ' a glass o SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... ' down into a cellar , There I saw the bonniest lass Was writing a letter . She was writing an ' inditing , And losing her colour , But ilka kiss of her mou ' Cost me a dollar . Cost me a dollar , An ' a glass o SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
aboon ain countrie ain fireside ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY amang auld baith beautiful Behave yoursel birks of Aberfeldy blaw bloom blythe boatie rows bonnie lassie bosom braw canna cauld charms dear dearie Delvin dinna doun e'en e'er fair Farewell flower frae Gala water gane gang gi'e gin ye green gude gudeman heart heather heaven Highland laddie Jamie Jeanie John Anderson kiss kye come hame Lady lass leave thee Lizzy Lindsay lo'e Logan braes lover Maggie Mary maun melody mither mony nae mair naething nane ne'er never o'er ower Peter Buchan plaidie Rob Morris ROBERT TANNAHILL says Burns siller sing smile snaw stanza sung SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet syne Tea-Table Miscellany tears thegither thine Thomson thou wadna wee thing weel Willie winna Yarrow ye'll yon lane glen young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 125 - 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 171 - 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 283 - 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 217 - Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Seite 284 - 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 127 - 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 112 - 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 116 - 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 74 - 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 91 - 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?