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... hour never could throw off his Scottish Let me observe here that the castle downe , ' means no more than the following passage in Gil Morice : - The lady sat on castil wa ' , Beheld baith dale and doun ; And there she saw Gil Morice's ...
... hour never could throw off his Scottish Let me observe here that the castle downe , ' means no more than the following passage in Gil Morice : - The lady sat on castil wa ' , Beheld baith dale and doun ; And there she saw Gil Morice's ...
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... hour She rose and loot me in . But who could cruelly deceive , Or from such beauty part ? I lov'd her so , I could not leave The charmer of my heart : We wedded , and I thought me blest Such loveliness to win ; And now she thanks the ...
... hour She rose and loot me in . But who could cruelly deceive , Or from such beauty part ? I lov'd her so , I could not leave The charmer of my heart : We wedded , and I thought me blest Such loveliness to win ; And now she thanks the ...
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... hours before ye die ! [ Eight lines of this singular song I find in Mr. Sharpe's Ballad Book . The others are by Allan Cunningham . ] ETTRICK BANKS . On Ettrick banks , in a summer's night , At gloaming when the sheep drave hame , I met ...
... hours before ye die ! [ Eight lines of this singular song I find in Mr. Sharpe's Ballad Book . The others are by Allan Cunningham . ] ETTRICK BANKS . On Ettrick banks , in a summer's night , At gloaming when the sheep drave hame , I met ...
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... hour . The goodwife cried down the house , Jenny , my dow , Thy half - hour is flown , and the ale is to brew . Its ae lang half - hour , and we'll een mak it three , For the yellow hair'd laddie my gudeman shall be . [ From the Tea ...
... hour . The goodwife cried down the house , Jenny , my dow , Thy half - hour is flown , and the ale is to brew . Its ae lang half - hour , and we'll een mak it three , For the yellow hair'd laddie my gudeman shall be . [ From the Tea ...
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... powers , who have given sic charms To Eliza , your image below , O save her frae all human harms ! And make her hours happily flow . [ From the Gentle Shepherd . ] AT SETTING DAY . ALLAN RAMSAY At setting day and 98 SONGS OF SCOTLAND .
... powers , who have given sic charms To Eliza , your image below , O save her frae all human harms ! And make her hours happily flow . [ From the Gentle Shepherd . ] AT SETTING DAY . ALLAN RAMSAY At setting day and 98 SONGS OF SCOTLAND .
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Page 290 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 274 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Page 234 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, O!
Page 219 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Page 293 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand. And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 244 - THAT AND A' THAT Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a
Page 301 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 275 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 256 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Page 275 - While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.