The Popular Songs of Scotland with Their Appropriate Melodies

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J.M. Wood, 1887 - 405 pagine

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Pagina 341 - 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 67 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him follow me!
Pagina 251 - To make the crown a pound my Jamie gaed to sea, And the crown and the pound — they were baith for me.
Pagina 109 - The autumn mourns her rip'ning corn, By early winter's ravage torn; Across her placid, azure sky, She sees the scowling tempest fly: Chill runs my blood to hear it rave — I think upon the stormy wave, Where many a danger I must dare, Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr. 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, Tis not that fatal, deadly shore; Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear!
Pagina 153 - Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Pagina 75 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Pagina 255 - And when, at last, thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath ? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
Pagina 61 - My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of valour, the country of worth : Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Pagina 267 - His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair — And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi...
Pagina 51 - Jeanie, maun plead my excuse ; Since honour commands me, how can I refuse ( Without it I ne'er can have merit for thee, And without thy favour I'd better not be.

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