The Tea-table Miscellany: Or, A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English, Volume 1 |
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... thou treasure , thou joy , & c . A lovely lafs to a friar came Ah , Cloris , cou'd I now but fit As from a rock past all relief Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen As Sylvia in a forest lay And I'll o'er the moor to Maggy At Polwart ...
... thou treasure , thou joy , & c . A lovely lafs to a friar came Ah , Cloris , cou'd I now but fit As from a rock past all relief Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen As Sylvia in a forest lay And I'll o'er the moor to Maggy At Polwart ...
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... thou fairest thing in nature Away you rover A four reformation As mufing I rang'd in a meadow alone All you that wou'd refine your blood . As down in the meadows I chanced to pafs A cobler there was , and he liv'd in a ftall As I am a ...
... thou fairest thing in nature Away you rover A four reformation As mufing I rang'd in a meadow alone All you that wou'd refine your blood . As down in the meadows I chanced to pafs A cobler there was , and he liv'd in a ftall As I am a ...
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... fpring Care away , gae thou frae me Come , lads , ne'er plague your heads Can love be controul'd by advice Celia now my heart hath broke 394 407 408 414 418 447 Dumbar- D. Dumbarton's drums beat bonny - O Dear Roger , INDE X. X111.
... fpring Care away , gae thou frae me Come , lads , ne'er plague your heads Can love be controul'd by advice Celia now my heart hath broke 394 407 408 414 418 447 Dumbar- D. Dumbarton's drums beat bonny - O Dear Roger , INDE X. X111.
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... thou do't 63 70 In winter when the rain rain'd cauld 105 It was the charming month of May 119 If love's a sweet paffion why does it torment In January last 124 128 I tofs and tumble thro ' the night I have a green purfe and a wee pickle ...
... thou do't 63 70 In winter when the rain rain'd cauld 105 It was the charming month of May 119 If love's a sweet paffion why does it torment In January last 124 128 I tofs and tumble thro ' the night I have a green purfe and a wee pickle ...
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... more fhall give me pain Late in an evening forth I went . Let meaner beauties ufe their art 6 18 28 34 43 55 111 209 Last Sunday at St. James's pray'rs 241 Love , thou art the best of human joys Let Love , xvi INDE X.
... more fhall give me pain Late in an evening forth I went . Let meaner beauties ufe their art 6 18 28 34 43 55 111 209 Last Sunday at St. James's pray'rs 241 Love , thou art the best of human joys Let Love , xvi INDE X.
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alake auld baith beauty Becauſe bleft bluſhes blyth bofom bonny braes breaft Broom of Cowdenknows busk charms chearful Chloe cou'd cry'd dear defire defpair delight deroll drink e'er ev'ry eyes faft faid fair falfe fcorn feek feven fhall fhepherd fhine fhou'd fighs filly fince fing fleep fmiles foft fome foon forrow foul fpring frae ftill fuch fwain fweet fweetly grace green hame happy heart highland laddie houſe Invermay Jeany Jenny kifs laddie laffie lafs laft Lochaber lov'd lover maid maun merry morning mufick muft muſt nae mair ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Peggy pleaſe pleaſure praiſe rife Rob Morris rofe ſhall ſhe SONG ſweet tell thee thefe There's theſe thofe thou thouſand treaſure Tune Twas wawking Whilft wife wine wou'd Yarrow ye'r young
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Page 227 - Word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, That I may...
Page 47 - Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favour'd you, Threw a new flaming dart.
Page 422 - The modes of the court so common are grown, That a true friend can hardly be met; Friendship for interest is but a loan, Which they let out for what they can get.
Page 138 - Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath: And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth.
Page 343 - IT was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a falling, That Sir John Graeme, in the West Country, Fell in love with Barbara Allan. 2. He sent his man down through the town, To the place where she was dwelling: "O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
Page 198 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld.
Page 103 - Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Page 242 - And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
Page 243 - I have skill to complain, Though the Muses my temples have crowned ; What though, when they hear my soft strain, The Virgins sit weeping around; Ah ! COLIN ! thy hopes are in vain ! Thy pipe and thy laurel resign! Thy False One inclines to a Swain, Whose music is sweeter than thine!
Page 230 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.