The Tea-table Miscellany: a Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English: In Four Volumes |
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... cou'd I now but fit i . 50 As from a rock past all relief i . 57 Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen i . 63 i..65 As Sylvia in a foreft lay i . 70 And I'll o'er the moor to Maggy At Polwart on the green As walking forth to view the ...
... cou'd I now but fit i . 50 As from a rock past all relief i . 57 Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen i . 63 i..65 As Sylvia in a foreft lay i . 70 And I'll o'er the moor to Maggy At Polwart on the green As walking forth to view the ...
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... cou'd do ii . 240 When gay Philander fell a prize ii . 246 With ev'ry grace young Strephon chose ii . 248 ii . 253 Ye blytheft lads and laffes gay We have no idle prating V. Virgins are like the fair flower in its luftre Virgins , if e ...
... cou'd do ii . 240 When gay Philander fell a prize ii . 246 With ev'ry grace young Strephon chose ii . 248 ii . 253 Ye blytheft lads and laffes gay We have no idle prating V. Virgins are like the fair flower in its luftre Virgins , if e ...
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... cou'd agree . The lover he gae her the tither kifs , Syne ran to her dady , and tell'd him this , With a fal , dal , etc. Your doughter wad na fay me na , But to yourfell she has left it a ' , As we cou'd ' gree between us twa ; Say ...
... cou'd agree . The lover he gae her the tither kifs , Syne ran to her dady , and tell'd him this , With a fal , dal , etc. Your doughter wad na fay me na , But to yourfell she has left it a ' , As we cou'd ' gree between us twa ; Say ...
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... Cou'd I but faithfu ' be ? He ftaw my heart : Cou'd I refufe Whate'er he afk'd of me ? O the broom , etc. My doggie , and my little kit That held my wee foup whey , My plaidy , broach , and crooked stick , May now ly useless by , O the ...
... Cou'd I but faithfu ' be ? He ftaw my heart : Cou'd I refufe Whate'er he afk'd of me ? O the broom , etc. My doggie , and my little kit That held my wee foup whey , My plaidy , broach , and crooked stick , May now ly useless by , O the ...
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... cou'd for fic little ends Refufe my bonny Scot ... --- man .. Wae worth the man Wha firft began The base ungenerous fashion , Frae greedy views Love's art to use , While ftrangers to its paffion . Frae foreign fields , my lovely youth ...
... cou'd for fic little ends Refufe my bonny Scot ... --- man .. Wae worth the man Wha firft began The base ungenerous fashion , Frae greedy views Love's art to use , While ftrangers to its paffion . Frae foreign fields , my lovely youth ...
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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...