SongsWilliam Blackwood, 1831 - 311 Seiten |
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... John , 174 Doctor Monroe , 180 Sing on , sing on , my bonny Bird , 183 Jock an ' his Mother , 186 On Ettrick clear , 189 Athol Cummers , Love Letter , Mischievous Woman , 191 193 196 Page . Lock the Door , Lariston , 198 Fair CONTENTS .
... John , 174 Doctor Monroe , 180 Sing on , sing on , my bonny Bird , 183 Jock an ' his Mother , 186 On Ettrick clear , 189 Athol Cummers , Love Letter , Mischievous Woman , 191 193 196 Page . Lock the Door , Lariston , 198 Fair CONTENTS .
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... John o ' Brackadale , Bauldy Frazer , • Hymn to the Evening Star , Ohon - a - Righ , The Laddie that I ken o ' , . O Lady dear , • The Spectre's Cradle Song , Hymn to the God of the Sea , 265 268 271 274 • 276 280 283 286 288 289 291 ...
... John o ' Brackadale , Bauldy Frazer , • Hymn to the Evening Star , Ohon - a - Righ , The Laddie that I ken o ' , . O Lady dear , • The Spectre's Cradle Song , Hymn to the God of the Sea , 265 268 271 274 • 276 280 283 286 288 289 291 ...
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... John Aitken , of the house of Constable and Co. MARY is my only joy , Mary is blithe , and Mary is coy , Mary's the goud where there's nae alloy-- Though black , yet O she's bonny ! Her breath is the birken bower o ' spring , Her lips ...
... John Aitken , of the house of Constable and Co. MARY is my only joy , Mary is blithe , and Mary is coy , Mary's the goud where there's nae alloy-- Though black , yet O she's bonny ! Her breath is the birken bower o ' spring , Her lips ...
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... John Ballantyne . The title of the play is All - Hallow Eve . It was suggested to me by old Henry Mackenzie . After a short but intimate acquaintance , I threw it aside , and my eyes never fell upon it till this night , the last of ...
... John Ballantyne . The title of the play is All - Hallow Eve . It was suggested to me by old Henry Mackenzie . After a short but intimate acquaintance , I threw it aside , and my eyes never fell upon it till this night , the last of ...
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... John Pennington is fled , An ' Doctor Waugh an ' a ' , Geordie ; And Humphrey Stenhouse he is lost , And Aeron - bank's but raw , Geordie . And Andrew Pattison's laid bye , The prince of provosts a ' , Geordie ; ' Tis hard to thole ...
... John Pennington is fled , An ' Doctor Waugh an ' a ' , Geordie ; And Humphrey Stenhouse he is lost , And Aeron - bank's but raw , Geordie . And Andrew Pattison's laid bye , The prince of provosts a ' , Geordie ; ' Tis hard to thole ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amang anwother Athol cummers auld baith beauty Birniebouzle blue bonnet Bonny laddie bonny Prince Charlie bosom bower braes braken brave breeze canna Carterhaugh Charlie Charlie Stuart cheek claymore dear Deloraine dinna Doctor Monroe Donald M'Gillavry Farewell flower flowers of Scotland follow thee frae gane gang Geordie glen gloaming Grampian range green hast heard heart heather heaven Highland hill ilka Jacobite kye comes hame lady land lass lassie lone M'Donald maiden mair Mary maun Minstrel Moidart moon morning mountain naething Nanny ne'er never Niel Gow night wi nought o'er plaid rin awa sang Scotland Scottish set to music SHEPHERD sing sleep smile Stuarts of Appin sung sweet There's thine thou art Twommy verses wake wi wave weary weel Whigs Whoy wild women fo'k ye'll young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 16 - Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. 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...
Seite 14 - Athol, lad wi' the philabeg, Down by the Tummel, or banks o' the Garry ; Saw ye our lads, wi' their bonnets and white cockades, Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie ? Follow thee ! follow thee ! wha wadna follow thee ? Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly : Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee, King o...
Seite 53 - Drops down, an' thinks nae shame To woo his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame. See yonder pawkie shepherd, That lingers on the hill, His ewes are in the fauld, An' his lambs are lying still; Yet he downa gang to bed. For his heart is in a flame, To meet his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame. When the little wee bit heart Rises high in the breast, An' the little wee bit starn Rises red in the east, O there's a joy sae dear, That the heart can hardly frame, Wi...
Seite 51 - 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' man can name ? 'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame.
Seite 43 - Andrew, we canna compel ye, But ye ken as weel as a body can tell ye, If these gang to heaven, we'll a' be sae shockit, Your garret o' blue will but thinly be stockit.
Seite 96 - Twas on a Monday morning Right early in the year, That Charlie came to our town — The Young Chevalier! As he was walking up the street The city for to view, O, there he spied a bonie lass The window looking thro...
Seite 119 - WEEL befa' the maiden gay, In cottage, bught, or penn ! An' weel befa' the bonny May That wons in yonder glen ! Wha lo'es the modest truth sae weel, Wha's aye sae kind, an
Seite 223 - Then calmly aneath the hand o' death Breathe its sweet soul away. O dinna break, my poor auld heart, Nor at thy loss repine, For the unseen hand that threw the dart Was sent frae her Father and thine ; Yet I maun mourn, an...
Seite 97 - An' Charlie, he's my darling, My darling, my darling, Charlie, he's my darling, The young Chevalier. As he was walking up the street, The city for to view, O there he spied a bonie lass The window looking through, An' Charlie, &c. Sae light's he jumped up the stair, And tirl'd at the pin; And wha sae ready as hersel
Seite 221 - Wi' the raptured kiss an' the happy smile, An' the dance o' the lightsome fay, An' the wee bit tale o' news the while That had happen' d when I was away. I hae naebody now, I hae naebody now To clasp to my bosom at even, O'er her calm sleep to breathe the vow, An' pray for a blessing from heaven An...