The Tea-table Miscellany: Or, A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English: In Four Volumes.. |
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... DEAR LASSES , Y OUR moft humble flave , Wha ne'er to ferve youshall decline , Kneeling , wad your acceptance crave , When he presents this fma ' propine . Then take it kindly to your care , Revive it with your tunefu ' notes : Its ...
... DEAR LASSES , Y OUR moft humble flave , Wha ne'er to ferve youshall decline , Kneeling , wad your acceptance crave , When he presents this fma ' propine . Then take it kindly to your care , Revive it with your tunefu ' notes : Its ...
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... dear Come let's ha'e mair wine in Celeftial muses , tune your lyres Confefs thy love , fair blufhing maid Come Florinda , lovely charmer Come here's to the nymph that I love Cauld be the rebels caft 158 201 345 398 25 29 48 118 157 ...
... dear Come let's ha'e mair wine in Celeftial muses , tune your lyres Confefs thy love , fair blufhing maid Come Florinda , lovely charmer Come here's to the nymph that I love Cauld be the rebels caft 158 201 345 398 25 29 48 118 157 ...
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... Dear Chloe , while thus beyond measure 384 Dear Colin , prevent my warm blushes 401 F. Fy let us a ' to the bridal 82 Farewell to Lochaber , and farewell , my Jean 110 For the fake of fomebody 181 Fair , fweet and young , receive a ...
... Dear Chloe , while thus beyond measure 384 Dear Colin , prevent my warm blushes 401 F. Fy let us a ' to the bridal 82 Farewell to Lochaber , and farewell , my Jean 110 For the fake of fomebody 181 Fair , fweet and young , receive a ...
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... dear laffie , you have won I'll range around the fhady bowers In this grove my Strephon walkt Jolly mortals , fill your glaffes I'll fail upon the dog - ftar If the be not kind as fair In fpite of love at length I've found 176 178 1.91 ...
... dear laffie , you have won I'll range around the fhady bowers In this grove my Strephon walkt Jolly mortals , fill your glaffes I'll fail upon the dog - ftar If the be not kind as fair In fpite of love at length I've found 176 178 1.91 ...
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... dear and only love , I pray March , march My Patie is a lover 59 433 59 62 70 102 331 134 My Jeany and I have toil'd 156 My foger laddie 195 My Peggy is a young thing 198 My days have been fo wond'rous free 229 Maiden fresh as a rofe My ...
... dear and only love , I pray March , march My Patie is a lover 59 433 59 62 70 102 331 134 My Jeany and I have toil'd 156 My foger laddie 195 My Peggy is a young thing 198 My days have been fo wond'rous free 229 Maiden fresh as a rofe My ...
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alake auld baith beauty Becauſe bleft blyth bofom bonny braes breaft Broom of Cowdenknows busk charms chearful Chloe cou'd cry'd dear defire delight deroll deſpair didle drink e'er ev'ry eyes faft faid fair fcorn fhall fhe's fhepherd fhine fhou'd fighs filly fince fing firft fleep fmiles foft fome foon forrow foul fpring frae ftand ftill fuch fwain fweet grace hame happy heart highland laddie houſe Invermay Jeany Jenny kifs kind laddie laffie lafs laft Lochaber lov'd lover maid maun merry morning mufick muft muſt nae mair ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Peggy pleaſe pleaſure praiſe reft rife Rob Morris rofe ſhall ſhe SONG ſweet tell thee thefe There's theſe thoſe thou thouſand treaſure Tune Twas wawking Whilft wife wine wou'd Yarrow ye'r young
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Page 229 - Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride ? Where gat ye that winsome marrow ? A. I gat her where I dare na weil be seen, Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Page 297 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Page 86 - How blyth and merry wad I be ! And I wad never think lang. He grew canty, and she grew fain ; But little did her auld minny ken What thir slee twa togither were say'ng, When wooing they were sae thrang. And O ! quo' he, ann ye were as black, As e'er the crown of my dady's hat, 'Tis I wad lay thee by my back, And awa' wi
Page 146 - I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. But hark! — the cock has warn'd me hence; A long and late adieu! Come, see, false man, how low she lies, Who dy'd for love of you.
Page 256 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 146 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Page 206 - 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 230 - Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow's bank the gowan ; Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan.
Page 207 - 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. My Peggy smiles sae kindly, Whene'er I whisper love. That I look down on a' the town, — That I look down upon a crown.
Page 145 - So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown: Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.