St Cecilia: Or, the British Songster. A New and Select Collection of the Best Scots and English Songs. Many of which Never Before in Print |
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... banks of the Dee . Flow on lovely Dee , flow on thou sweet river ; Thy banks pureft ftreams fhall be dear to me ever ; For there I first gain'd the affection and favour Of Sandy the glory and pride of the Dee . But now he's gone from ...
... banks of the Dee . Flow on lovely Dee , flow on thou sweet river ; Thy banks pureft ftreams fhall be dear to me ever ; For there I first gain'd the affection and favour Of Sandy the glory and pride of the Dee . But now he's gone from ...
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... banks of the Dee . The Dee then fhall flow , all its beauties displaying ; The lambs on its banks fhall again be feen playing ; While I with my Sandy am carelessly straying , And tafting again all the fweets of the Dec. Thus fung the ...
... banks of the Dee . The Dee then fhall flow , all its beauties displaying ; The lambs on its banks fhall again be feen playing ; While I with my Sandy am carelessly straying , And tafting again all the fweets of the Dec. Thus fung the ...
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... banks of the Dee : For this he difpis'd all dangers and perils ; ' Twas thus he efpous'd Britannia's quarrels , That when he came home he might crown her with laurels , The happiest maid on the banks of the Dee . But Fate had determin'd ...
... banks of the Dee : For this he difpis'd all dangers and perils ; ' Twas thus he efpous'd Britannia's quarrels , That when he came home he might crown her with laurels , The happiest maid on the banks of the Dee . But Fate had determin'd ...
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... bank of rofes , See the fhepherd tunes his reed ; While his bleating lambkins round him Gaily gambol on the mead . From the crowded glaring city Far and diftant let me dwell ; All its blazing pomp and grandeur , Sweets like thefe can ...
... bank of rofes , See the fhepherd tunes his reed ; While his bleating lambkins round him Gaily gambol on the mead . From the crowded glaring city Far and diftant let me dwell ; All its blazing pomp and grandeur , Sweets like thefe can ...
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... bank , and o'er yon brae , O'er yon mofs amang the heather , I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee , And follow my love thro ' the water .. Down amang the broom , the broom , Down amang the broom , my ... banks , gentle 66 ST CECILIA ; Or ,
... bank , and o'er yon brae , O'er yon mofs amang the heather , I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee , And follow my love thro ' the water .. Down amang the broom , the broom , Down amang the broom , my ... banks , gentle 66 ST CECILIA ; Or ,
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auld beauty Becauſe bleft blifs blyth bofom bonny breaft Britons burn Davie canna charms chear cou'd cudna Damon dear defire delight drink e'er ev'ry eyes faid fair feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhould figh filk filly fing flow'rs fmiles foft fome fond fong foon forrow foul fpinning fpring frae ftill ftrain fuch fung fure fwain fweet fweetly gang grace Grog grove happy hear heart Heart of oak Heav'n Highland highland laddie honeft Invermay kifs laddie laffie lafs landmen loft lover maid mair merry morning mourn muft ne'er never nymph o'er paffion pafs pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe rapture reft rife rofe ROSLIN CASTLE ſhall ſhe SONG Strephon Sung ſweet tell thee thefe There's theſe thofe thou thro trifle true Tune Twas Warwickshire Whene'er Whofe wife wine wou'd young youth
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Page 320 - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
Page 266 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Page 51 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Page 52 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...
Page 267 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
Page 200 - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: They gie'd him my hand, tho' my heart was in the sea; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Page 52 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 183 - Tis pride puts a' the country down, Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee. Every land has its ain laugh, Ilk kind of corn it has its hool ; I think the warld is a' run wrang, When ilka wife her man wad rule.
Page 144 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Page 108 - Jeany's face May caufe mae men to rue, And that may gar me fay, alas ! But what's that to you ? Conceal thy beauties if thou can, Hide that fweet face of thine, That I may only be the man Enjoys thefe looks divine. O do not proftitute, my dear, Wonders to common view, And I with faithful heart fhall fwear, For ever to be true.