The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Volume 1 |
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Farewell , old Coila ' s hills and dales , Her heathy moors and winding vales ; The
scenes where wretched fancy roves , Pursuing past , unhappy loves ! Farewell ,
my friends ! farewell , my foes ! My peace with these , my love with those The ...
Farewell , old Coila ' s hills and dales , Her heathy moors and winding vales ; The
scenes where wretched fancy roves , Pursuing past , unhappy loves ! Farewell ,
my friends ! farewell , my foes ! My peace with these , my love with those The ...
Page 132
I ' ll nae mair strive , while I ' m alive , For aught but missin ' slavery , O ; This world
' s a stage , a pilgrimage , A mass o ' nought but knav ' ry , O : If fickle fame but
save my name , An ' frae oblivion screen me , 0 ; Then farewell tortune , farewell ...
I ' ll nae mair strive , while I ' m alive , For aught but missin ' slavery , O ; This world
' s a stage , a pilgrimage , A mass o ' nought but knav ' ry , O : If fickle fame but
save my name , An ' frae oblivion screen me , 0 ; Then farewell tortune , farewell ...
Page 161
Farewell to the Highlands , farewell to the north , The birth - place of valour , the
country of worth ; Wherever I wander , wherever I rove , The hills of the Highlands
for ever I love . Farewell to the mountains high cover ' d with snow , Farewell to ...
Farewell to the Highlands , farewell to the north , The birth - place of valour , the
country of worth ; Wherever I wander , wherever I rove , The hills of the Highlands
for ever I love . Farewell to the mountains high cover ' d with snow , Farewell to ...
Page 221
Farewell , farewell , Eliza dear , The maid that I adore ! A boding voice is in my
ear , We part to meet no more ! But the last throb that leaves my heart , While
death stands victor by , That throb , Eliza , is thy part , And thine that latest sigh ...
Farewell , farewell , Eliza dear , The maid that I adore ! A boding voice is in my
ear , We part to meet no more ! But the last throb that leaves my heart , While
death stands victor by , That throb , Eliza , is thy part , And thine that latest sigh ...
Page 281
FAREWELL TO AVONDALE . FAREWELL ye vales where Avon flows , Farewell
ye hills that rise around , Farewell abodes of sweet repose , Where innocence
and peace abound . No more beside your streams I ' ll stray , Nor pu ' the wild ...
FAREWELL TO AVONDALE . FAREWELL ye vales where Avon flows , Farewell
ye hills that rise around , Farewell abodes of sweet repose , Where innocence
and peace abound . No more beside your streams I ' ll stray , Nor pu ' the wild ...
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