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... look bonnie , And shine like the moon , period generally assigned to the composition is 1710 , when Forbes was a very young man . The woods around Kilravock house are said to have been the favourite resort of this interesting pair ...
... look bonnie , And shine like the moon , period generally assigned to the composition is 1710 , when Forbes was a very young man . The woods around Kilravock house are said to have been the favourite resort of this interesting pair ...
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... look like a sprightly loon . And when I'm sae dress'd frae tap to tae , To meet my dear Maggie I vow I will gae , Wi ' target and hanger hung down to my heel ; And I'll feast upon bannocks o ' barley meal . I'll buy a rich garment to ...
... look like a sprightly loon . And when I'm sae dress'd frae tap to tae , To meet my dear Maggie I vow I will gae , Wi ' target and hanger hung down to my heel ; And I'll feast upon bannocks o ' barley meal . I'll buy a rich garment to ...
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... look , And aye her head she'd shake . My dear , quoth I , what aileth thee , To look sae sour on me ? I'll never do the like again , If you'll ne'er tak the gee . When that she heard , she ran , she flang Her arms about my neck ; And ...
... look , And aye her head she'd shake . My dear , quoth I , what aileth thee , To look sae sour on me ? I'll never do the like again , If you'll ne'er tak the gee . When that she heard , she ran , she flang Her arms about my neck ; And ...
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... sair , and haud me down , And gar me look like bluntie , Tam ! But three short years will soon wheel roun ' , And then comes ane and twenty , Tam . * From Lawrie and Symington's Collection , 1792 . A gleib o ' lan ' , a claut o 15.
... sair , and haud me down , And gar me look like bluntie , Tam ! But three short years will soon wheel roun ' , And then comes ane and twenty , Tam . * From Lawrie and Symington's Collection , 1792 . A gleib o ' lan ' , a claut o 15.
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... looks and dying sighs My secret soul discover , While rapture , trembling through mine eyes , Reveals how much I love ... look , and every grace , So charm , whene'er I view thee , Till death o'ertake me in the chase Still will my hopes ...
... looks and dying sighs My secret soul discover , While rapture , trembling through mine eyes , Reveals how much I love ... look , and every grace , So charm , whene'er I view thee , Till death o'ertake me in the chase Still will my hopes ...
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Página 19 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 290 - 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 hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Página 234 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 155 - A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that — Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that ; For a* that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Página 14 - 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 you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Página 234 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 82 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Página 288 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Página liv - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Página 289 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. 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?