SongsWilliam Blackwood, 1831 - 311 Seiten |
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... look'd at a boat wi ' the breezes that swung Away on the wave , like a bird of the main , An ' aye as it lessen'd , she sigh'd and she sung , Farewell to the lad I shall ne'er see again ! Fareweel to my hero , the gallant an ' young ...
... look'd at a boat wi ' the breezes that swung Away on the wave , like a bird of the main , An ' aye as it lessen'd , she sigh'd and she sung , Farewell to the lad I shall ne'er see again ! Fareweel to my hero , the gallant an ' young ...
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... the woodland sae cheery , Love gars a ' nature look bonny that's near ye ; That makes the rose sae sweet , Cowslip an ' violet- O , Jeanie , there's naething to fear ye ! ARABIAN SONG . THESE Verses were written to an Arabian.
... the woodland sae cheery , Love gars a ' nature look bonny that's near ye ; That makes the rose sae sweet , Cowslip an ' violet- O , Jeanie , there's naething to fear ye ! ARABIAN SONG . THESE Verses were written to an Arabian.
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... look'd on our sorrow , The stars have wept blood over hamlet and lea ; O ! is there no day - spring for Scotland- -no morrow Of bright renovation for souls of the free ? Yes , One above all hath beheld our devotion , Our valour and ...
... look'd on our sorrow , The stars have wept blood over hamlet and lea ; O ! is there no day - spring for Scotland- -no morrow Of bright renovation for souls of the free ? Yes , One above all hath beheld our devotion , Our valour and ...
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... look may see ; An ' gracefu ' airs , an ' faces sweet , An ' waving curls aboon the bree ; An ' smiles as soft as the young rose - bud , An ' een sae pawky , bright , an ' rare , Wad lure the laverock frae the cludd- But , laddie , seek ...
... look may see ; An ' gracefu ' airs , an ' faces sweet , An ' waving curls aboon the bree ; An ' smiles as soft as the young rose - bud , An ' een sae pawky , bright , an ' rare , Wad lure the laverock frae the cludd- But , laddie , seek ...
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... looks cold in the west , young man ; For should we rove Through Morna's grove , A noontide walk is the best , young man ; Go sleep , the heavens look pale , young man , And sighs are heard in the gale , young man : A walk in the night ...
... looks cold in the west , young man ; For should we rove Through Morna's grove , A noontide walk is the best , young man ; Go sleep , the heavens look pale , young man , And sighs are heard in the gale , young man : A walk in the night ...
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...