Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, Etc, Volumen1

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Kerr & Richardson, 1869
 

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Página 28 - O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se!
Página 250 - OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between, and bid us part : Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish, and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life...
Página 236 - Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Página 71 - My love, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing; Ah!
Página 81 - Love wont to gae! 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa...
Página 70 - Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow's bank the gowan ; Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan.
Página 57 - And thus in rage did say : Ere thus I will out-braved be, One of us two shall die : I know thee well, an earl thou art, Lord Percy, so am I.
Página 190 - I'll aye remember ; But now her frowns make it decay, It fades as in December.
Página 72 - But who the expected husband husband is? His hands, methinks, are bath'd in slaughter, Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon, Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after. Pale as he is, here lay him lay him down, O lay his cold head on my pillow; Take aff take aff these bridal weids, And crown my careful head with willow. Pale tho...
Página 237 - I'll smiling mock at thy neglect, And never love thee more. But if no faithless action stain Thy love and constant word, I'll make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword; I'll serve thee in such noble ways As ne'er was known before ; I'll deck and crown thy head with bays, And love thee more and more.

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