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Page 55
... whisper'd something in her ear- But what's that to you . Her stockings were of kersey green , As tight as ony silk : O sic a leg was never seen , Her skin was white as milk : Her hair was black as ane could wish , And SONGS OF SCOTLAND .
... whisper'd something in her ear- But what's that to you . Her stockings were of kersey green , As tight as ony silk : O sic a leg was never seen , Her skin was white as milk : Her hair was black as ane could wish , And SONGS OF SCOTLAND .
Page 56
Her hair was black as ane could wish , And sweet , sweet was her mou , Oh ! Jeany daintilie can kiss ; But what's that to you ? The rose and lily baith combine , To make my Jenny fair , There is nae benison like mine , I have amaist nae ...
Her hair was black as ane could wish , And sweet , sweet was her mou , Oh ! Jeany daintilie can kiss ; But what's that to you ? The rose and lily baith combine , To make my Jenny fair , There is nae benison like mine , I have amaist nae ...
Page 65
... wish'd for a handsome young lad , And a lad wi ' muckle gear . When I was at my neist prayers , I pray'd but now and than ; I fash'd na my head about gear , If I gat but a handsome young man . But now when I'm at my last prayers , I ...
... wish'd for a handsome young lad , And a lad wi ' muckle gear . When I was at my neist prayers , I pray'd but now and than ; I fash'd na my head about gear , If I gat but a handsome young man . But now when I'm at my last prayers , I ...
Page 80
... wish I was , With thee , my own true - love again ! I dare but wish for thee , my love , My thoughts I may not , dare not speak ; My maidens wonder why I sigh , And why the bloom dies on my cheek . If thoughts of thee be sin in me , O ...
... wish I was , With thee , my own true - love again ! I dare but wish for thee , my love , My thoughts I may not , dare not speak ; My maidens wonder why I sigh , And why the bloom dies on my cheek . If thoughts of thee be sin in me , O ...
Page 84
... wish'd her for my bride . O ! had I a ' the wealth Hopetoun's high mountains fill , Insur'd long life and health , And pleasure at my will ; I'd promise , and fulfil , That none but bonnie she , The lass of Patie's mill , Should share ...
... wish'd her for my bride . O ! had I a ' the wealth Hopetoun's high mountains fill , Insur'd long life and health , And pleasure at my will ; I'd promise , and fulfil , That none but bonnie she , The lass of Patie's mill , Should share ...
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Page 290 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 274 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Page 234 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom! 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' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, O!
Page 219 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Page 293 - 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 244 - THAT AND A' THAT Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a
Page 301 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 275 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 256 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Page 275 - While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.