The Jacobite Relics of Scotland: Being the Songs, Airs, and Legends, of the Adherents to the House of Stuart, 2. kötetWilliam Blackwood, 1821 |
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v. oldal
... Charlie By the side of a country Kirk Wall Callum - a - Glen . From the Gaelic Carlisle Yetts Charlie is my Darling ( Modern ) Charlie is my Darling ( Original ) Charlie Stuart Cock up your Beaver Come let us be jovial Culloden Day ...
... Charlie By the side of a country Kirk Wall Callum - a - Glen . From the Gaelic Carlisle Yetts Charlie is my Darling ( Modern ) Charlie is my Darling ( Original ) Charlie Stuart Cock up your Beaver Come let us be jovial Culloden Day ...
vi. oldal
... Charlie O how shall I venture O my bonny Highland Laddie O my King On the restoration of the Forfeited Estates , 1784 Our ain bonny Laddie Prince Charles and Flora Macdonald's Welcome to Sky Somebody Song of Expostulations 30 204 84 90 ...
... Charlie O how shall I venture O my bonny Highland Laddie O my King On the restoration of the Forfeited Estates , 1784 Our ain bonny Laddie Prince Charles and Flora Macdonald's Welcome to Sky Somebody Song of Expostulations 30 204 84 90 ...
vii. oldal
... Charlie ( Modern ) PAGE 32 55 46 86 87 88 187 129 109 95 177 18 192 Welcome , Royal Charlie 143 Welcome , Royal Charlie . Second Set 145 What ails thee , poor Shepherd 37 Wha wadna fight for Charlie 100 Whurry Whigs awa 63 Will he no ...
... Charlie ( Modern ) PAGE 32 55 46 86 87 88 187 129 109 95 177 18 192 Welcome , Royal Charlie 143 Welcome , Royal Charlie . Second Set 145 What ails thee , poor Shepherd 37 Wha wadna fight for Charlie 100 Whurry Whigs awa 63 Will he no ...
35. oldal
... Charlie he's come o'er , and he'll put the Whigs awa ; But they canna dight their tears now , sae fast do they fa ' . Our ladie dow do nought now but wipe aye her een , Her heart's like to loup the gowd lace o ' her gown ; She has ...
... Charlie he's come o'er , and he'll put the Whigs awa ; But they canna dight their tears now , sae fast do they fa ' . Our ladie dow do nought now but wipe aye her een , Her heart's like to loup the gowd lace o ' her gown ; She has ...
36. oldal
... Charlie's hand , “ Wi ' only ae pennie . " " We'll sell a ' our corn , carlin , " We'll sell a ' our bear , " And we'll send to Lord Nithsdale " A ' our settle gear . " Make the piper blaw , carlin , " Make the piper blaw , " And make ...
... Charlie's hand , “ Wi ' only ae pennie . " " We'll sell a ' our corn , carlin , " We'll sell a ' our bear , " And we'll send to Lord Nithsdale " A ' our settle gear . " Make the piper blaw , carlin , " Make the piper blaw , " And make ...
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Aikendrum Airly Argyle arms attack auld battle battle of Prestonpans battle of Sheriffmuir bonnet bonny laddie brave Britons captain castle Charlie Charlie Stuart chevalier chief clans command crown Culloden Cumberland Donald dragoons duke duke of Cumberland earl of Mar Edinburgh enemy Falkirk fight foes frae France friends Gaelic gentlemen Geordie glen Glengary Gordon gude hame hand Hawley heart Heigh-ho Highland army Highland laddie hills honour horse house of Stuart Inverness Jacobite James Johnnie Cope joined Keppoch king Kingsborough lady laird land lassie Lochaber Lochiel lord George Murray Macdonald marquis morning ne'er never night o'er officers owre party Perth plaid prince Charles prince's prisoners rebels regiment rin awa royal Scotland Seaforth sent SONG Stirling Stuart sword thee There's thou throne troops unto weel Willie Ye whigs young
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157. oldal - A waefu' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee ! A RED, RED ROSE TUNE—
173. oldal - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door ; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast and curses life.
107. oldal - " The Deil confound me gin I ken, For I left them a' i' the morning." " Now, Johnnie, troth ye were na blate To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait So early in the morning.
174. oldal - The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken wanders o'er the heath, The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend; And stretch'd beneath the inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes, and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins. And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate, Within my filial breast shall beat...
298. oldal - James the Third for my rightful and lawful sovereign. Him I had an inclination to serve from my infancy, and was moved thereto by a natural love I had to his person, knowing him to be capable of making his people happy. And though...
220. oldal - Manifesto by the Noblemen, Gentlemen, and others, who dutifully appear at this time, in asserting the undoubted right of their lawful Sovereign, James the Eighth, by the Grace of God, King of Scotland, England, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, &c. and for relieving this, his ancient kingdom, from the oppressions and grievances it lies under.
265. oldal - ... and the good woman brought new milk, which she told them was all her stock. One of the party inquired, with seeming kindness, how she lived. — Indeed, (quoth she,) the cow and the kale yard, wi* God's blessing, 's a
23. oldal - In my father's grave to lie. There chant my solemn requiem In Hexham's holy towers; And let six maids of fair Tynedale Scatter my grave with flowers.
410. oldal - From Beauly's wild and woodland glens How proudly Lovat's banners soar ! How fierce the plaided Highland clans Rush onward with the broad claymore ! Those hearts that high with honour...
115. oldal - That atill despised flight, man. For king, and laws, and country's cause, In honour's bed he lay, man, His life, but not his courage, fled, While he had breath to draw, man. And Major Bowie, that worthy soul, Was brought down to the ground, man ; His horse being shot, it was his lot For to get mony a wound, man. Lieutenant Smith, of Irish birth, Frae whom he call'd for aid, man, But full of dread, lap o'er his head, And wadna be gainsaid, man.