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Page 55
... I whisper'd something in her earBut 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
waite as milk : Her hair was black as ane could wish , And SONGS OF
SCOTLAND .
... I whisper'd something in her earBut 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
waite 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 care ...
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 care ...
Page 65
... in : But never a ane will come in , Tho'mony a ane gaes by ; Syne far ben the
house I rin , And a waefu ' wight am I. When I was at my first prayers , I pray'd but
ance in the year ; I wish'd for a handsome young lad , And a lad wi ' muckle gear .
... in : But never a ane will come in , Tho'mony a ane gaes by ; Syne far ben the
house I rin , And a waefu ' wight am I. When I was at my first prayers , I pray'd but
ance in the year ; I wish'd for a handsome young lad , And a lad wi ' muckle gear .
Page 80
Though he be banished for my sake , His true - love shall I still remain ; O that I
was , and I 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 ...
Though he be banished for my sake , His true - love shall I still remain ; O that I
was , and I 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 ...
Page 84
Without the help of art , Like flow'rs which grace the wild , Her sweets she did
impart , Whene'er she spoke or smild : Her looks they were so mild , Free from
affected pride , She me to love beguil'd ;I wish'd her for my bride . O ! had I a ' the
...
Without the help of art , Like flow'rs which grace the wild , Her sweets she did
impart , Whene'er she spoke or smild : Her looks they were so mild , Free from
affected pride , She me to love beguil'd ;I wish'd her for my bride . O ! had I a ' the
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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.
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| Title | The Songs of England and Scotland, Volume 2 The Songs of England and Scotland, Peter Cunningham |
| Compiled by | Peter Cunningham |
| Publisher | J. Cochrane, 1835 |
| Original from | the University of California |
| Digitized | 8 Dec 2007 |
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