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... , with dyuerse other whych I ouerpasse . ' Mr. Motherwell sup- poses these lines to form all that ever existed of the song . * * Minstrelsy , p . xlviii . Barbour in his Life of Bruce , refrains from tell vi INTRODUCTION .
... , with dyuerse other whych I ouerpasse . ' Mr. Motherwell sup- poses these lines to form all that ever existed of the song . * * Minstrelsy , p . xlviii . Barbour in his Life of Bruce , refrains from tell vi INTRODUCTION .
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Barbour in his Life of Bruce , refrains from tell ing a victory gained by Sir John de Soulis over the English , for- whasa liks , thai may her Young wemen , whan thai will play Syng it amang thaim ilk day . - Book xvi . The two ballads ...
Barbour in his Life of Bruce , refrains from tell ing a victory gained by Sir John de Soulis over the English , for- whasa liks , thai may her Young wemen , whan thai will play Syng it amang thaim ilk day . - Book xvi . The two ballads ...
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... tell . PHIL . Like to what , good shepherd , say ? Like to thee , fair cruel May . DAM . PHIL . O how strange these words I find ! Yet to satisfy my mind , DAM . Shepherd , without mocking me , Have I any love from thee ? Like to what ...
... tell . PHIL . Like to what , good shepherd , say ? Like to thee , fair cruel May . DAM . PHIL . O how strange these words I find ! Yet to satisfy my mind , DAM . Shepherd , without mocking me , Have I any love from thee ? Like to what ...
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... tell me true- And what wad ye do wi ' them My hinny and my dow ? They'll rive a ' my meal - powks , And do me mickle wrang.— O dool for the doing o't , Are ye the puir man ? Then she took up the meal - powks , And flang them o'er the wa ...
... tell me true- And what wad ye do wi ' them My hinny and my dow ? They'll rive a ' my meal - powks , And do me mickle wrang.— O dool for the doing o't , Are ye the puir man ? Then she took up the meal - powks , And flang them o'er the wa ...
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... tell you how Young Muirland Willie came to woo , Though he could neither say nor do ; The truth I tell to you . But ay , he cried , whate'er betide , Maggie I'se hae to be my bride . On his gray yaud as he did ride , Wi ' dirk and ...
... tell you how Young Muirland Willie came to woo , Though he could neither say nor do ; The truth I tell to you . But ay , he cried , whate'er betide , Maggie I'se hae to be my bride . On his gray yaud as he did ride , Wi ' dirk and ...
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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.