May flowers. Poems and songs: some in the Scottish dialect

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Page 227 - auld town' of Aberdeen, with its one arch and its black deep salmon stream, is in my memory as yesterday. I still remember, though perhaps I may misquote the awful proverb which made me pause to cross it, and yet lean over it with a childish delight, being an only son, at least by the mother's side. The saying, as recollected by me, was this, but I have never heard or seen it since I was nine years of age: — " ' Brig of Balgounie, black 's your wa', Wi' a wife*s ae son, and a mear's ae foal, Down...
Page 227 - auld town ' of Aberdeen, with its one arch and its black deep salmon stream below, is in my memory as yesterday. I still remember, though perhaps I may misquote the awful proverb which made me pause to cross it, and yet lean over it with a childish delight, being an only son, at least by the mother's side. The saying as recollected by me was this, but I have never heard or seen...
Page 227 - Aberdeen, with its one arch and its black deep salmon stream, is in my memory as yesterday. I still remember, though perhaps I may misquote the awful proverb which made me pause to cross it, and yet lean over it with a childish delight, being an only son, at least by the mother's side. The saying, as recollected by me, was this, but 1 have never heard or seen it since I was nine years of age : " Brig of Balgounie, black 's your wa', Wi' a wife's ae son, and a mear's ae foal, Down ye shall fa'."*...
Page 134 - When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward ? When did the blue bonnet crest the disloyal ? Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuart, Follow your leader — the rightful — the royal ! Chief of Clanronald, Donald Macdonald ! Lovat ! Lochiel ! with the Grant and the Gordon ! Rouse every kilted clan, Rouse every loyal man, Gun on the shoulder, and thigh the good sword on ! MARY.
Page 133 - Rise ! rise ! lowland and highland men; Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early : Rise ! rise ! mainland and island men, Belt on your broad...
Page 56 - Thy fair fingers oft, with the triad leaf d blossom, Sweet Erin's green emblem, my wild harp have wreathed ; While with soft melting murmurs the bright river ran on, That by thy bower follows the sun to the sea ; And oh ! soon dawn the day I review the sweet Shannon And Kathleen mavourneen, cuishlih ma chree ! HIELAN' HEATHEE. AIR — " O'er the Muir amang the Heather.
Page 133 - Belt on your broad claymores — fight for Prince Charlie : Down from the mountain steep — Up from the valley deep — Out from the Clachan, the Bothy, and Shieling, Bugle and battle-drum, Bid chief and vassal come, Bravely our bagpipes the Pibroch is pealing ! Rise!
Page 99 - GAILY we go o'er the salt blue seas, And the wave breaks white before us ; The crowded canvass bends to the breeze, And home points the pennant o'er us. Speedily, speedily bound we on, As if with the wind contending ; Now high the heaving surge upon, Now its yawning gulf descending.
Page 72 - I'll pore on with pleasure — deep, lonely, yet dear. Yet — yet Caledonia ! when slumber comes o'er me, Oh ! oft will I dream of thee, far, far, away ; But vain are the visions that rapture restore me, To waken and weep at the dawn of the day. Ere gone the last glimpse, faint and far o'er the ocean, Where yet my heart dwells — where it ever shall dwell, While tongue, sigh and tear, speak my spirit's emotion/ My country— my kindred — farewell, oh farewell ! THE EOSE OF SEATON VALE.
Page 55 - O DISTANT but dear is that sweet island, wherein My hopes with my Kathleen and kindred abide ; And far though I wander from thee, emerald Erin ! No space can the links of my love-chain divide. Fairest spot of the earth ! brightest gem of the ocean ! How oft have I...

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