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" A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love I No... "
The Scottish Songs - 9. oldal
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The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, 5. kötet

Walter Scott - 1818 - 312 oldal
...like tiger on the hind. — Bnt hark ! onr merry-men so gay Troll forth another ronndelay. SONG. " A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pnll the thorn tby brow to braid, And press the rne for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A...

The Esquimaux; or, Fidelity, 3 vols, 3. kötet

Emily Clark - 1819 - 1100 oldal
...the servants, in the ancient and extensive mansion at Treharne. CHAPTER III. A weary lot is ihine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine, To pull the thorn thy braw to braid, And press the rue for wine. Collection of Songi. " I CANNOT imagine what is the matter...

The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: Complete in One Volume

Walter Scott - 1827 - 678 oldal
...like tiger on the hind. — But hark ! our merry-men so gay Troll forth another roundelay.» SONG. MA weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press tbe rue for wiue! Л lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A fc.ilhcr of the blue, Л doublet of the Lincoln...

The Scottish Songs, 1. kötet

Robert Chambers - 1829 - 408 oldal
...raging bend the naked tree ; Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul, When nature all is sad like me !* A WEARY LOT IS THINE. SIR WALTER SCOTT. A WEARY lot...Lincoln green,— No more of me you knew, My love I No more of me you knew. This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding, fain ; But it shall...

The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete ...

1834 - 480 oldal
...clever j And with whisky, boys, We'll drink King George for ever. A WEARY LOT IS THINE, FAIR MAID. (Walter Scott.) A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, A...doublet of the Lincoln green,— No more of me you know, My love ! No more of me you know. ' This morn, merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;...

The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth: A Collection of ..., 2. kötet

1835 - 320 oldal
...free; Her eye shall close, and her dreams will be So sweet she will wake no more! A WEARY LOT IS THINE. A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine;...press the rue for wine. A lightsome eye, a soldier's mein, A doublet of the Lincoln green, No more of me you know, My love! No more of me you know. This...

The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His Life

Walter Scott, J. W. Lake - 1838 - 496 oldal
...like tiger on the hind.— But hark ! our merry-men so gay Trull forth another roundelay." SONG. " A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine!...to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eve, a soldier's mien, A feather oi the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you...

The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Complete in One Volume. With ...

Walter Scott - 1841 - 848 oldal
...tiger on the hind. — But, hark ! our merry-men so gay Troll forth another roundelay."—3 •• ng closer drew,7 It kindled 1 To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,3...

The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companion

Quaver - 1844 - 552 oldal
...though we sever, Oh ! say can I e'er cease to sigh, Or cease to love ? No, never. A WEARY LOT IS THINE. A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine...A doublet of the Lincoln green, No more of me you know, My love ! No more of me you know. ' This morn, merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;...

The Prose Workd of Mrs. Ellis: The poetry of life. Pictures of private life ...

Sarah Stickney Ellis - 1844 - 522 oldal
...MARRIAGE AS IT MAY BE. . . РЧs \ &s . 63 VA PICTURES OF PRIVATE LIFE. THE HALL AND THE COTTAGE. " A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ; To pluck the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine !" ROKEEY. CHAPTER I. ".My mother was...




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