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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... 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 . From the Gaelic ...
... 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 . From the Gaelic ...
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... side to Bog o ' Gight , The Gordons did con- veen , man , For battle fight , wi ' a ' their might , Wi ' courage stout and keen , man ; To set their king up- on the throne , And to protect the church , man : But , fie for shame ! they ...
... side to Bog o ' Gight , The Gordons did con- veen , man , For battle fight , wi ' a ' their might , Wi ' courage stout and keen , man ; To set their king up- on the throne , And to protect the church , man : But , fie for shame ! they ...
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... keen , man , Wha wad hae thought the Gordons gay That day wad quat the green , man ? Auchluncart and Auchanochie , Wi ' a ' the Gordon tribe , man , Like their great marquis , they could not The smell 14 FROM BOGIE SIDE .
... keen , man , Wha wad hae thought the Gordons gay That day wad quat the green , man ? Auchluncart and Auchanochie , Wi ' a ' the Gordon tribe , man , Like their great marquis , they could not The smell 14 FROM BOGIE SIDE .
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... therefore he withdrew his knight , And join'd the rock Hanover . And wow , & c . The master , wi ' the bully's face , And wi ' the coward's heart , man , Wha never fail'd , to his disgrace , To act FROM BOGIE SIDE . 15.
... therefore he withdrew his knight , And join'd the rock Hanover . And wow , & c . The master , wi ' the bully's face , And wi ' the coward's heart , man , Wha never fail'd , to his disgrace , To act FROM BOGIE SIDE . 15.
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... gout , he said , made him take bed , When first the fray began , man ; But when he heard the marquis fled , He took to's heels and ran , man . And wow , & c . Methven Smith , at Sherramuir , Made them believe he 7 16 FROM BOGIE SIDE .
... gout , he said , made him take bed , When first the fray began , man ; But when he heard the marquis fled , He took to's heels and ran , man . And wow , & c . Methven Smith , at Sherramuir , Made them believe he 7 16 FROM BOGIE SIDE .
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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.