The Tea-table Miscellany: a Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English: In Four Volumes |
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... Twas fummer , and the day was fair The last time I came o'er the moor The lafs of Peaty's mill Tho ' for feven years and mair honour , etc .. i . Tibby has a ftore of charms The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee The lawland lads think ...
... Twas fummer , and the day was fair The last time I came o'er the moor The lafs of Peaty's mill Tho ' for feven years and mair honour , etc .. i . Tibby has a ftore of charms The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee The lawland lads think ...
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... Twas at the fearful midnight hour The fun was funk beneath the hill i . 126 i . 133 i . 149 it . 158 i . r5s The morn was fair , faft was the air The widow can bake , and the widowcanbrew , i . 162 The lawland maids gang trig and fine ...
... Twas at the fearful midnight hour The fun was funk beneath the hill i . 126 i . 133 i . 149 it . 158 i . r5s The morn was fair , faft was the air The widow can bake , and the widowcanbrew , i . 162 The lawland maids gang trig and fine ...
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... ! the ne'er believes me . My vows and fighs , like filent air , Unheeded never move her ; At the bonny bush aboon Traquair , ' Twas there I first did love her .米味米 That That day fhe fmil'd , and made me glad , A COLLECTION .
... ! the ne'er believes me . My vows and fighs , like filent air , Unheeded never move her ; At the bonny bush aboon Traquair , ' Twas there I first did love her .米味米 That That day fhe fmil'd , and made me glad , A COLLECTION .
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... Twas yourself shot the dart , That wounded the tender young fhepherdess heart , And kill'd the poor Chloris with mourning . Ah then , is Chloris dead , Wounded by me ? he faid ; I'll follow thee , chaste maid , Down to the filent shade ...
... Twas yourself shot the dart , That wounded the tender young fhepherdess heart , And kill'd the poor Chloris with mourning . Ah then , is Chloris dead , Wounded by me ? he faid ; I'll follow thee , chaste maid , Down to the filent shade ...
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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 N gaz'd . Then , then the dear fair one was still 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 N gaz'd . Then , then the dear fair one was still 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 blefs'd blyth bonny braes breaſt broom of Cowdenknows Busk charms chearful Chloe cou'd cry'd dear defire delight derol deſpair drink e'er eaſe ev'ry eyes faft faid fair fcorn feek fhall fhine fhou'd fighs filly fince fing firft firſt fleep fmiles foft fome foon forrow foul frae ftill fuch fwain fweet gi'e grace green hame happy heart highland laddie houſe Invermay Jenny Jocky kifs laddie laffie lafs laft laſt Lochaber lov'd lover lyes maid mair maun merry muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Peggy pleaſe pleaſure praiſe rife Rob Morris rofe ſee ſhall ſhe ſmile SONG ſpeak ſports ſpring ſtill ſweet tell thee theſe thoſe thou thouſand treaſure Tune Twas wawking Whilft wife wine wou'd Yarrow young
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Page 186 - Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new ; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa
Page 218 - 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 246 - My love, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing, Ah!
Page 112 - 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 150 - That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear.
Page 43 - She shall a lover find me ; And that my faith is firm and pure, Tho' I left her behind me : Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain My heart to her fair bosom, There, while my being does remain, My love more fresh shall blossom.
Page 150 - 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 223 - Love be controul'd by Advice? Will Cupid our Mothers obey? Though my Heart were as frozen as Ice, At his Flame 'twould have melted away. When he kist me so closely he prest, 'Twas so sweet that I must have comply" d: So I thought it both safest and best To marry, for fear you should chide.
Page 17 - Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Page 11 - SWEET are the charms of her I love, More fragrant than the damask rose...