The songs of Scotland, ancient and modern; with an intr. and notes by A. Cunningham, Volume 2Allan Cunningham 1825 |
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... , When I get sic a dancer . Weel hae you played your part , quoth ' Meg , Your cheeks are like the crimson- There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel Since we lost Habbie Simpson . I've lived in Fife , baith maid and wife , SCOTTISH SONGS .
... , When I get sic a dancer . Weel hae you played your part , quoth ' Meg , Your cheeks are like the crimson- There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel Since we lost Habbie Simpson . I've lived in Fife , baith maid and wife , SCOTTISH SONGS .
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... cheeks like lilies dipt in wine , The lass that made the bed to me . Her bosom was the driven snaw , Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see ; Her limbs the polish'd marble stane , The lass that made the bed to me . I kiss'd her owre and owre ...
... cheeks like lilies dipt in wine , The lass that made the bed to me . Her bosom was the driven snaw , Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see ; Her limbs the polish'd marble stane , The lass that made the bed to me . I kiss'd her owre and owre ...
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... cheek , Her clear een were surprising , And beautifully turn'd her neck , Her little breasts just rising : Nae silken hose , with gooshets fine , Or shoon with glancing laces , On her bare leg , forbade to shine Well shapen native ...
... cheek , Her clear een were surprising , And beautifully turn'd her neck , Her little breasts just rising : Nae silken hose , with gooshets fine , Or shoon with glancing laces , On her bare leg , forbade to shine Well shapen native ...
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... be a bride : Her cheeks were rosy , red , and white , Her een were bonny blue ; Her looks were like Aurora bright , Her lips like dropping dew . As down the burn they took their way , What SCOTTISH SONGS . 61 Down the burn, Davie.
... be a bride : Her cheeks were rosy , red , and white , Her een were bonny blue ; Her looks were like Aurora bright , Her lips like dropping dew . As down the burn they took their way , What SCOTTISH SONGS . 61 Down the burn, Davie.
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... cheek to hers he aft did lay , And with her bosom play'd ; Till baith at length impatient grown To be mair fully blest , In yonder vale they lean'd them down ; - Love only saw the rest . What pass'd , I guess , was harmless play , And ...
... cheek to hers he aft did lay , And with her bosom play'd ; Till baith at length impatient grown To be mair fully blest , In yonder vale they lean'd them down ; - Love only saw the rest . What pass'd , I guess , was harmless play , And ...
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Page 341 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 301 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 19 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans 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.
Page 302 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door, and the charger stood near, So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!
Page 339 - YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...
Page 311 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Page 333 - I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen.' 'If, maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we, That dwell by dale and down. And if thou canst that riddle read, As read full well you may, Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed, As blithe as Queen of May.' Yet sung she, 'Brignall banks are fair, And Greta woods are green; I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen.
Page 357 - Let him on wi' me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Page 68 - 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
Page 87 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne.