Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, Etc: A Page for Page Reprint of the Edition of 1776; with Memoir and Illustrative Notes, 2. kötetPaterson, 1870 |
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15. oldal
... fear'd to miss his mark , And therefore wad nae langer stay . Then up he gat , and he ran his way , I trow the wife the day she wan . And ay the o'erword o ' the fray Was ever , Alake , my auld goodman . Auld SIR SIMON the King . OME ...
... fear'd to miss his mark , And therefore wad nae langer stay . Then up he gat , and he ran his way , I trow the wife the day she wan . And ay the o'erword o ' the fray Was ever , Alake , my auld goodman . Auld SIR SIMON the King . OME ...
40. oldal
... fear of her neighbours , nor minds the house wants , She rants up fome fool fang , like , Up your heart , CHARLIE . O ! gin , & c . When she comes hame , she lays on the lads , The laffes fhe ca's them baith b- -s and j ― s , And ca's ...
... fear of her neighbours , nor minds the house wants , She rants up fome fool fang , like , Up your heart , CHARLIE . O ! gin , & c . When she comes hame , she lays on the lads , The laffes fhe ca's them baith b- -s and j ― s , And ca's ...
48. oldal
... fear that I should bear't myfell . And I , quoth Roв , and down fat he , The gear shall never me outride ; But we'll take a foup of the barley brie , And drink to our ain yell fire - fide . MY Green grows the Rashes . PEGGY . Y Jocky ...
... fear that I should bear't myfell . And I , quoth Roв , and down fat he , The gear shall never me outride ; But we'll take a foup of the barley brie , And drink to our ain yell fire - fide . MY Green grows the Rashes . PEGGY . Y Jocky ...
56. oldal
... fear you mock . Then foul fa ' me gin I scorn thee ; If ye'll be my JENNY , I'll be your Jock . JENNY lookit , and syne she leugh , Ye first maun get my mither's consent . A weel , goodwife , and what say ye ? Quo ' fhe , Jock , I'm ...
... fear you mock . Then foul fa ' me gin I scorn thee ; If ye'll be my JENNY , I'll be your Jock . JENNY lookit , and syne she leugh , Ye first maun get my mither's consent . A weel , goodwife , and what say ye ? Quo ' fhe , Jock , I'm ...
57. oldal
... fear he has taken his mowter aff thee . And BETTY , ye fpread your linen to bleach , When that was done , where cou'd you be ? Ha ! lafs , I faw ye flip down by the hedge , And wanton WILLY was following thee . VOL . II . H Ay , JEANY ...
... fear he has taken his mowter aff thee . And BETTY , ye fpread your linen to bleach , When that was done , where cou'd you be ? Ha ! lafs , I faw ye flip down by the hedge , And wanton WILLY was following thee . VOL . II . H Ay , JEANY ...
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ae night alſo auld bairns baith bannocks beſt blate blyth bonny Bonny Dundee braw caft canna cauld COCKPEN cou'd Daffin Dainty Downby dear e'en e'er Engliſh faid fair Fal deral faſt filk filler filly firſt fome foon frae gane gang gear gi'e goodman goodwife Grey Cock heart horſe houſe ilka JENNY Jock JOHNY kifs kiſs laddie laffie lafs laird laſs MAGGIE maid married Mattam maun meikle mither mony MOZIE nae mair NANCY nane ne'er never noiſe o'er quoth ROB MORRIS ſaid ſaw ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhe's ſhould Sing ſmall ſpeak ſpin ſweet thee There's nae luck theſe thou tocher uſed wanton weel wife WILLIE WILSY winna wiſh Wyfe ye'll come hame ye're Ye's young
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299. oldal - Beside the river Dee ; He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he ; And this the burden of his song For ever used to be, — " I envy nobody ; no, not I, And nobody envies me ! "
197. oldal - When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he — Till he said, I'm come hame to marry thee.
300. oldal - twas Claver'se who spoke, 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke, So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee, 'Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
293. oldal - For he that hath, to him shall be given: and he that hath not, from him shall be taken even that which he hath.
71. oldal - Nor ony thing that's dainty ; And now and then a keckling hen To lay her eggs in plenty. In winter, when the wind and rain Blaws o'er the house and byre, He sits beside a clean hearthstane Before a rousing fire ; With nut-brown ale he tells his tale, Which rows him o'er fu...
297. oldal - I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet ! If Colin' s weel, and weel content, I hae nae mair to crave : And gin I live to keep him sae, I'm blest aboon the lave : And will I see his face again, And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet.
197. oldal - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break...
196. oldal - I look'd for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack His ship it was a wrack — why didna Jamie dee ? Or...
287. oldal - I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest. I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus
296. oldal - There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman's awa'. And gie to me my bigonet, My bishop's satin gown; For I maun tell the baillie's wife That Colin's in the town. My Turkey slippers maun gae on, My stockins pearly blue; It's a' to pleasure our gudeman, For he's baith leal and true.