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The Tea-Table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English ...
Sin vista previa disponible - 2016
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Página 232 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Página 214 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Página 350 - Thus when Philomela drooping Softly seeks her silent mate, See the bird of Juno stooping ; Melody resigns to fate.
Página 328 - O dinna ye mind, young man," said she, "When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?" He turnd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.
Página 334 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Página 152 - Sae my true love did lightly me. O waly, waly but love be bonny, A little time while it is new, But when 't is auld it waxeth cauld And fades away like morning dew.
Página 227 - And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go. And deck her in golden array ; Be...
Página 279 - Till our Love was lov'd out in us both: But our Marriage is dead, when the Pleasure is fled : 'Twas Pleasure first made it an Oath.