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The Tea-Table Miscellany: Or, a Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and ...
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appear arms auld beauty bonny breaſt bright charms comes cou'd dear delight divine drink e'er eyes face fair fall fate fear fighs fight fing fire firſt frae give grace green hand happy hear heart heaven hills hope I'll Jenny keep kind kindly king kiſs laddie lady laſs leave light live look lover maid mair meet merry mind morning move muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er once pain Peggy plain play pleaſure poor prove round ſaid ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmiles ſome SONG ſoon ſoul ſtill ſuch ſwain ſweet tell thee There's theſe thing thoſe thou thought thouſand true tune Twas wife wine wou'd young youth
Page 232 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 214 - 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.
Page 350 - Thus when Philomela drooping Softly seeks her silent mate, See the bird of Juno stooping ; Melody resigns to fate.
Page 328 - O dinna ye mind, young man," said she, "When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?" He turnd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.
Page 334 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Page 152 - Sae my true love did lightly me. O waly, waly but love be bonny, A little time while it is new, But when 't is auld it waxeth cauld And fades away like morning dew.
Page 227 - And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go. And deck her in golden array ; Be...
Page 279 - Till our Love was lov'd out in us both: But our Marriage is dead, when the Pleasure is fled : 'Twas Pleasure first made it an Oath.