Scotish [sic] Song, Volume 1J. Johnson, 1714 - Songs, Scots |
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alfo ALLAN RAMSAY ancient auld wife bagpipe baith ballad Balow BANGOUR beginning o't blyth bonny Braes of Yarrow broom broom of Cowdenknows compofed compofition Donald English ewie faid fair fame fang fark fatirical fays feems fhall fhould fighs fing firft firſt flain fome fong foon forrow frae ftanzas ftill fubject fuch fung fuppofed fweet goodman goodwife gude hame heart highland himſelf houſe ilka inftrument Jenny Jynny king laddie lafs laft lefs maid mattam maun melodies moſt mufic muſt nane ne'er never nocht o'er obferves Picts pleaſe pleaſure poems prefent preferved publiſhed Quhen quoth Ramfay Rob Morris Robin Gray ſay Scotifh Scotifh fong Scotland Scots ſhall ſhe SONG ſpinning o't ſweet thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou tune Tytler uſe wawking weel Willie wiſh wyfe wyfis ye'r
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Page 151 - 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 157 - Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town, We were a comely sight to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysel
Page 4 - 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 167 - Wi' cauk and keel' I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee. And draw a black clout o'er my ee ; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
Page 165 - gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and fang. O wow ! quo' he, were I as free As firft. when I faw this country, How blyth and merry wad I be ! And I wad never think lang. He grew canty, and fhe grew fain ; But little did her auld minny ken What thir flee twa togither were fay'ng, When wooing they were fae thrang. And O ! quo' he, an ye were as black As e'er the crown of my daddy's hat, "Tis I wad lay thee by my back, And awa' wi
Page 157 - 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 39 - ... meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone ? But busy, busy, still art thou, To bind the loveless joyless vow, The heart from pleasure to delude, To join the gentle to the rude. For once, O Fortune, hear my prayer, And I absolve thy future care ; All other blessings I resign, Make but the dear Amanda mine.
Page 260 - Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys I trow are we ; And mony a night we've merry been, And mony mae we hope to be ! We are na fou, &c. It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin...
Page 137 - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break...
Page 57 - 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.