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... sweet , and so truly delightful to the hearers , that he seemed to be born a second Orpheus , or , as it were , the prince and prelate of all harpers . " 66 John Major , writing about twenty or thirty years af- ter the death of King ...
... sweet , and so truly delightful to the hearers , that he seemed to be born a second Orpheus , or , as it were , the prince and prelate of all harpers . " 66 John Major , writing about twenty or thirty years af- ter the death of King ...
Página xlv
... Sweet Willie ; Bonny roaring Wil- lie ; Tweedside ; When she cam ben she bobbit ; Foul fa ' my eyes ; When the bride cam ben she becked ; The collyer's daughter ; Foull tak the wars ; The milkeine pail ; and The bonie brookit lassie ...
... Sweet Willie ; Bonny roaring Wil- lie ; Tweedside ; When she cam ben she bobbit ; Foul fa ' my eyes ; When the bride cam ben she becked ; The collyer's daughter ; Foull tak the wars ; The milkeine pail ; and The bonie brookit lassie ...
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... sweet Betty ; The bonny grey- eyed morning ; Logan Water ; Chami ma chattle , na duce skar me ; My apron , deary ; I fixed my fancy on her ; I loo'ed a bonny lady ; Mary Scott ; Green Sleeves ; Bonny Jean ; The Lass of Livingstone ...
... sweet Betty ; The bonny grey- eyed morning ; Logan Water ; Chami ma chattle , na duce skar me ; My apron , deary ; I fixed my fancy on her ; I loo'ed a bonny lady ; Mary Scott ; Green Sleeves ; Bonny Jean ; The Lass of Livingstone ...
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... sweet Betty ; Haud awa ' frae me , Donald ( second set ) ; Old King Coul ; O ! an ye war deid , gudeman ; Maggie Lauder ; Symon Brodie ; Bide ye yet ; Oh ! gin my love were yon red rose ; Jenny's Bawbee ; with many others of inferior ...
... sweet Betty ; Haud awa ' frae me , Donald ( second set ) ; Old King Coul ; O ! an ye war deid , gudeman ; Maggie Lauder ; Symon Brodie ; Bide ye yet ; Oh ! gin my love were yon red rose ; Jenny's Bawbee ; with many others of inferior ...
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... sweet . Wilt thou gae alang wi ' me , Jennie , Jennie ? Thou'se be my ain lemmane , Jo Jennie , quo ' he . If I gae alang wi ' thee , Ye maunna fail To feast me wi ' caddels And guid hackit kail . What needs a ' this vanity , Jennie ...
... sweet . Wilt thou gae alang wi ' me , Jennie , Jennie ? Thou'se be my ain lemmane , Jo Jennie , quo ' he . If I gae alang wi ' thee , Ye maunna fail To feast me wi ' caddels And guid hackit kail . What needs a ' this vanity , Jennie ...
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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?