Love-songs of Robert BurnsCassell, 1892 - 118 pagina's |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
AE fond kiss ae night Ailsa Craig Amang the rigs AMY LEVY auld barley beauty bird blaw blink blythe bonie lad bonie lass bonie Mary braes braw breast Burns Burns's Cauld Cessnock charm Chor Clarinda claut daddie o't dear e'en Ecclefechan Ellisland fair Findlay flower frae Galla Water gin ye go Glen green gude haud heart Highland Mary ilka Jean John Anderson ken ye Laddie lass wi lassie lo'e love-song lover Luve mair Mauchline maun Mill has gotten Montgomerie's Peggy Nanie Nanie's awa never daunton o'er the lave o'er young poet poet's rantin dog Rob Morris ROBERT BURNS sae bonie blue siller simmer snaw song swearin sweet Afton sweet Tibbie Dunbar There's thro twa sparkling rogueish wander waukin weary Weaver weaver's gin ye weel whilst Willie win my love wind wooer wooing o't Yestreen
Populaire passages
Pagina 83 - The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu...
Pagina 63 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Pagina 58 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie The boat rocks at the pier o...
Pagina 72 - Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love; And sae did I o
Pagina 41 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Pagina 91 - O WERE my love yon lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the spring : And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing ; How I wad mourn, when it was torn By autumn wild, and winter rude ! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu
Pagina 94 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Pagina 93 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; And I will luve thee still my dear, While the sands o
Pagina 85 - Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to — France for me ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Pagina 56 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...