The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English. In Four Volumes. By Allan Ramsay, Issue 420A. Donaldson and J. Reid. For A. Donaldson, 1762 - 448 pages |
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... Twas fummer , and the day was fair The laft time I came o'er the moor The lafs of Peaty's mill 16 1.1 2233 m , 21 26 39 36 37 1969- 39 . 40 , Tho ' for feven years and mair honour , & c . 54 . Tibby has a store of charms The pawky auld ...
... Twas fummer , and the day was fair The laft time I came o'er the moor The lafs of Peaty's mill 16 1.1 2233 m , 21 26 39 36 37 1969- 39 . 40 , Tho ' for feven years and mair honour , & c . 54 . Tibby has a store of charms The pawky auld ...
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... Twas when the feas were roaring The ordnance aboard Tho ' cruel you feem to my pain Tranfported with pleasure The fages of old wit 155 183 184 200 202 208 228 244 251 255 273 313 The fmiling morn , the breathing spring 318 There came a ...
... Twas when the feas were roaring The ordnance aboard Tho ' cruel you feem to my pain Tranfported with pleasure The fages of old wit 155 183 184 200 202 208 228 244 251 255 273 313 The fmiling morn , the breathing spring 318 There came a ...
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... Twas there I first did love her . fwain , That day fhe fmil'd , and made me glad , No maid feem'd ever kinder ; I thought myself the luckiest lad , So fweetly there to find her . I try'd to footh my am'rous flame , In words that I ...
... Twas there I first did love her . fwain , That day fhe fmil'd , and made me glad , No maid feem'd ever kinder ; I thought myself the luckiest lad , So fweetly there to find her . I try'd to footh my am'rous flame , In words that I ...
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... Twas yourself shot the dart , That wounded the tender young fhepherdefs ' heart , And kill'd the poor Chloris with mourning . Ah then is Chloris dead , Wounded by me ! he faid I'll follow thee , chafte maid , Down to the filent fhade ...
... Twas yourself shot the dart , That wounded the tender young fhepherdefs ' heart , And kill'd the poor Chloris with mourning . Ah then is Chloris dead , Wounded by me ! he faid I'll follow thee , chafte maid , Down to the filent fhade ...
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... Twas thus I first view'd thee , my charmer , amaz'd , Thus gaz'd thee with wonder , and lov'd while I gaz'd . Then , then the dear fair one was ftill in my fight , It was pleasure all day , it was rapture all night ; But now by hard ...
... Twas thus I first view'd thee , my charmer , amaz'd , Thus gaz'd thee with wonder , and lov'd while I gaz'd . Then , then the dear fair one was ftill in my fight , It was pleasure all day , it was rapture all night ; But now by hard ...
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Alake auld baith beauty Becauſe blate blefs'd blifs blyth bofom bonny braes breaft Broom of Cowdenknows charms chearful cou'd cry'd dear defire defpair delight deroll didle drink e'er ev'ry eyes faft faid fair falfe fcorn fhall fhepherd fhine fhou'd fighs filly fince fing fleep fmiles foft fome foon forrow foul fpring frae ftill fuch fwain fweet gowans are gay grace green hame happy heart highland laddie houſe Invermay Jeany Jenny kifs laddie laffie lafs laft Lochaber lov'd lover maid maun merry morning mufic muft muſt nae mair ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Peggy pleaſe pleaſure rife Rob Morris rofe ſhall ſhe ſmile SONG ſpeak ſweet Syne tell thee thefe There's theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand tune Twas wawking Whilft Whofe wife wine wou'd Yarrow young
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