Robin Gray, Volume 3Blackie & Son, 1869 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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Pagina 35 - A waefu' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee ! A RED, RED ROSE TUNE—
Pagina 245 - The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon him.
Pagina 16 - Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw; Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, There's-room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
Pagina 194 - O front of brass and brain of ass, With heart of hare compounded, How are thy boasts repaid with costs, And all thy pride confounded ! Thou need'st not rave, lest Scotland crave Thy kindred or thy favour ; Thy wretched race can give no grace, No glory thy behaviour.*' Song The Mayor of Carlitlt.1 town, and in two days afterwards began to construct a battery.
Pagina 127 - In the fa' o' the year? My hearth is growing cauld, And will be caulder still; And sair, sair in the fauld Will be the winter's chill; For peats were yet to ca', Our sheep they were to smear, When my a' passed awa' In the fa
Pagina 83 - like a saint sincere and true he discovered all he knew, and for more there was then no occasion".
Pagina 59 - Frae lips that bless nae mair ? Like beildless birdies when they ca' Frae wet, wee wing the batted snaw, Her sang soughs o' despair. SONG OF THE FORSAKEN. My cheek is faded sair, love, An' lichtless fa's my e'e ; My breast a' lane and bare, love, Has aye a beild for thee. My breast, though lane and bare The hame o' cauld despair, Yet ye've a dwallin' there, A
Pagina 236 - O where shall I gae wander ? O where shall I gae hide my head ? For here I'll bide nae langer. The seas may row, the winds may blow, And swathe me round in danger ; My native land I must forego, And roam a lonely stranger.