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The Songs of Scotland: Ancient and Modern; with an Introduction ..., Volume 3
Volledige weergave - 1825
aboon Allan Ramsay amang ancient auld baith beauty Bessy Bell bird birks blithe boatie rows bonnie lassie braes of Yarrow braw breast bride Burns busk canna cauld Charlie charms cheek cobite coming dance dear dearie dearie-o Derwentwater Donald Macgillavry Duke of Cumberland Dumbarton's drums e'er fair flowers frae gang Geordie grace gude hame heard heart highland house of Stuart ilka Invermay Jacobite James Hogg Jamie Kenmure's king kiss laddie lady laird lass Lochaber Lord lover lyric maid maiden Mallie's maun merry mither morning mourn nae mair naething ne'er never Nithsdale o'er the moor old song Peggy poet Ramsay's says Scotland Scottish sigh sing smiles snishing sorrow sung sweet sword ta'en thee There's thou verses weel weep whigs wife Willie winna wish wyson Yarrow ye'r young youth
Pagina 322 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ! Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The Schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.
Pagina 296 - ... Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath, Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear, Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair...
Pagina 322 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Pagina 140 - ... the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.
Pagina 321 - Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove ' Thou messenger of spring ! Now heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green Thy certain voice we hear : Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? VOL. III. Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
Pagina 85 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart...
Pagina 141 - Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest...
Pagina 49 - Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.