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Scottish Song: Its Wealth, Wisdom, and Social Significance (Classic Reprint)
John Stuart Blackie
Anteprima non disponibile - 2015
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Pagina 384 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Pagina 384 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Pagina 122 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Pagina 155 - When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food, It ennobled our hearts, and enriched our blood; Our soldiers were brave, and our courtiers were good: Oh the roast beef of old England, And old England's roast beef!
Pagina 106 - It's a' to pleasure our gudeman, For he's baith leal and true. Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside Put on the muckle pot ; Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And Jock his Sunday coat ; And mak their shoon as black as slaes, Their hose as white as snaw ; It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's been long awa'.
Pagina 126 - The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn ; They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw, They mind me o
Pagina 299 - Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. Let him drink and forget his poverty and remember his misery no more.
Pagina 90 - Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa