The Mountain Bard and Forest Minstrel: Consisting of Legendary Ballads and SongsJohn Locken, 1851 - 288 Seiten |
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... Jeany , O Here , fix'd by choice I'm gane a ' Wrang , Jamie The Hay - Makers The Bogles 175 177 178 -f . 180 181 183 184 186 188 . 190 Bonny Jean 191 Bonny Leezy Now well may I The Sheep - shearing 193 · 194 195 · How Foolish are ...
... Jeany , O Here , fix'd by choice I'm gane a ' Wrang , Jamie The Hay - Makers The Bogles 175 177 178 -f . 180 181 183 184 186 188 . 190 Bonny Jean 191 Bonny Leezy Now well may I The Sheep - shearing 193 · 194 195 · How Foolish are ...
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... Jeany , O Here , fix'd by choice I'm gane a ' Wrang , Jamie The Hay - Makers The Bogles 183 184 186 188 . 190 Bonny Jean 191 Bonny Leezy Now well may I The Sheep - shearing 193 194 195 How Foolish are Mankind 198 My Dear little Jeany ...
... Jeany , O Here , fix'd by choice I'm gane a ' Wrang , Jamie The Hay - Makers The Bogles 183 184 186 188 . 190 Bonny Jean 191 Bonny Leezy Now well may I The Sheep - shearing 193 194 195 How Foolish are Mankind 198 My Dear little Jeany ...
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... Jeany yestreen , That sleep's sae completely departit frae me ? It isna her een , where modesty beams , Where sense an ' good nature apparent we see ' Tis her sweet cherry lips , and her delicate form , Have left an impression where it ...
... Jeany yestreen , That sleep's sae completely departit frae me ? It isna her een , where modesty beams , Where sense an ' good nature apparent we see ' Tis her sweet cherry lips , and her delicate form , Have left an impression where it ...
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... Jeany , entreats your esteem . THE BONNY LASS OF DELORAINE . AIR - Maid of Isla . STILL must my pipe lie idle by , And wordly cares my mind annoy ? Again its softest notes I'll try , So dear a theme can never cloy . Last time my ...
... Jeany , entreats your esteem . THE BONNY LASS OF DELORAINE . AIR - Maid of Isla . STILL must my pipe lie idle by , And wordly cares my mind annoy ? Again its softest notes I'll try , So dear a theme can never cloy . Last time my ...
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... and duty join . But all her joys shall cheer my heart , And all her griefs shall give me pain ; For never from my soul shall part The bonny lass of Deloraine . I HAE LOST MY JEANY , O. TUNE -- Lady 182 THE FOREST MINSTREL .
... and duty join . But all her joys shall cheer my heart , And all her griefs shall give me pain ; For never from my soul shall part The bonny lass of Deloraine . I HAE LOST MY JEANY , O. TUNE -- Lady 182 THE FOREST MINSTREL .
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aboon alang amang Annandale Athol auld baith blood bonny Dundee bonny lassie bosom braes Branxholm brave breast canna cheek cherry lips cou'd dear Deloraine Doctor Monro Donald Macdonald dow flew e'en Elibank Ettrick Ettrick Forest fain fair Fauldshop fell fled flower frae gane gang Gilmanscleuch glen goud green gude ha'e happy as Peggy Harden hast heard heart heaven Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie Jeany John Borthick Juden kirk kye comes hame lady lass of Craigyburn Liddisdale lo'ed lord maun Mess John mony morning mountain muckle nae mair nane ne'er never night NOTE o'er ocean rows pedler Peggy's Sandy Scotland sing Sundhop sweet sword tear tell thee Thirlestane thou twa brothers Twas unco weel wha's sae happy wild Willie wrang Yarrow ye'll ye're yonder young
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Seite 155 - Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Seite 267 - Then awed to silence, they trode the strand Where furnaced pillars in order stand, All framed of the liquid burning levin, And bent like the bow that spans the heaven, Or upright ranged in horrid array, With purfle of green o'er the darksome grey. Their path was on wondrous pavement of old, Its blocks all cast in some giant mould, Fair hewn and grooved by no mortal hand, With countermure guarded by sea and by land.
Seite 219 - An' oh, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away? The young laird o' the Lang-Shaw Has drunk her health in wine; The priest has said — in confidence — The lassie was divine, And that is mair in maiden's praise Than ony priest should say: But oh, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away?
Seite 266 - Blest be his generous heart for aye! He told me where the relic lay; Pointed my way with ready will, Afar on Ettrick's wildest hill; Watched my first notes with curious eye. And wondered at my minstrelsy: He little weened a parent's tongue Such strains had o'er my cradle sung.
Seite 261 - Wide waving in the southland gale, Which through the broom-wood blossoms flew To fan her cheeks of rosy hue ! Whene'er it heaved her bosom's screen, What beauties in her form were seen ! And when her courser's mane it swung, A thousand silver bells were rung. A sight so fair, on Scottish plain, A Scot shall never see again.
Seite 219 - O, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away ? The wailing in our green glen That day will quaver high, 'Twill draw the redbreast frae the wood, The laverock frae the sky ; The fairies frae their beds o...
Seite 239 - Wi' her brogues an' brochin an' a' ? What though we befriendit young Charlie ?— To tell it I dinna think shame ; Poor lad ! he came to us but barely, An' reckon'd our mountains his, hame. Twas true that our reason forbade us ; But tenderness carried the day ; Had Geordie come friendless amang us, Wi' him we had a' gane away. Sword an
Seite 185 - HAME" COME, all ye jolly shepherds That whistle through the glen, I'll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken: What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o
Seite 186 - And love is a' the theme, And he'll woo his bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame.
Seite 141 - The tempest was over; Fair was the maiden, And fond was the lover ; But the snow was so deep, That his heart it grew weary, And he sunk down to sleep, In the moorland so dreary. Soft was the bed She had made for her lover, White were the sheets And...