Songs and Ballads of ClydesdaleA. Nimmo Menzies, 1882 - 247 pages |
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... Brother , Verses by W. Lithgow , 123 128 The Bower o ' Clyde , The Twa Brothers , Willie and May Margaret , The Martyr's Grave , To Carnwath Moat , . Lord Laminton , Changes of Carnwath , Lines on a Death - Bed , Smoking Spiritualised ...
... Brother , Verses by W. Lithgow , 123 128 The Bower o ' Clyde , The Twa Brothers , Willie and May Margaret , The Martyr's Grave , To Carnwath Moat , . Lord Laminton , Changes of Carnwath , Lines on a Death - Bed , Smoking Spiritualised ...
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... brother Smollet , was the author . Robert was an excellent ... twa o ' the fattest hares that Liberton Muir can turn oot , my name's no Rob Whitley . " Rob died in the spring of 1836 , and was buried in Carnwath Churchyard . Both the brothers ...
... brother Smollet , was the author . Robert was an excellent ... twa o ' the fattest hares that Liberton Muir can turn oot , my name's no Rob Whitley . " Rob died in the spring of 1836 , and was buried in Carnwath Churchyard . Both the brothers ...
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A. Nimmo. THE TWA BROTHERS . An ' oh ! that hour , that hallow't hour , My fond heart will never forget ; 131 Though drear is the dule I hae suffered sin syne , That hour gars my heart beat , beat warmly yet . The parting ... Twa Brothers,
A. Nimmo. THE TWA BROTHERS . An ' oh ! that hour , that hallow't hour , My fond heart will never forget ; 131 Though drear is the dule I hae suffered sin syne , That hour gars my heart beat , beat warmly yet . The parting ... Twa Brothers,
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... brother dear ! tak me on your back , Tak me to yon kirkyard , And dig a grave baith wide and deep , And lay my body there . " Ye'll lay my arrows at my ... TWA BROTHERS . Sae Willie has buried his brother 132 SONGS AND BALLADS OF CLYDESDALE .
... brother dear ! tak me on your back , Tak me to yon kirkyard , And dig a grave baith wide and deep , And lay my body there . " Ye'll lay my arrows at my ... TWA BROTHERS . Sae Willie has buried his brother 132 SONGS AND BALLADS OF CLYDESDALE .
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A. Nimmo. THE TWA BROTHERS . Sae Willie has buried his brother dear Beneath the sod so green , And when the doleful task was done , It's homeward he has gone . Oh , heavy , heavy was his heart , As to the door he cam ; But when he ...
A. Nimmo. THE TWA BROTHERS . Sae Willie has buried his brother dear Beneath the sod so green , And when the doleful task was done , It's homeward he has gone . Oh , heavy , heavy was his heart , As to the door he cam ; But when he ...
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adieu auld baith ballad bawbee beauty Biggar bloom bonnie lassie bower braes braw bright Carnwath Brass Band Carnwath kirkyard Carstairs Castle cauld cheek Clyde Clyde's waters Clydesdale Copland's Coulter Coulter Fell Covenanters Covington dear Dollerie Mills e'en e'er fair flowers frae gang George Lockhart gin my wife Glaisca whisky grave GRAY BROTHER green gude hame happy hath heart heather heaven hills hooly and fairly JOANNA BAILLIE John Frost Katie Core Kersewell lady Laird Lamington Lanark langsyne lasses Liberton Lilt te turan Lockhart Lord married ava merry mony Morris's smiddy nae bonnie lad nae mair ne'er never Newbiggin o'er owre puir Quothquan Scotland siller Somerville song sweet thee There's thou turan an uran TWA BROTHERS vale of Clyde weel Westsidewood wife wad wood Ye'll young Hyndford
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Page 179 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 207 - Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest's awa the last night.
Page 86 - The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne, The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn, The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave, Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave. The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap, The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep, The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread, Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
Page 83 - Twas a dream of those ages of darkness and blood, When the minister's home was the mountain and wood ; When in Wellwood's dark valley the standard of Zion, All bloody and torn 'mong the heather was lying.
Page 208 - He's lifted her on a milk-white steed, And himself on a dapple grey. With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, And slowly they baith rade away. O they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down.
Page 87 - They loved, but the story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold ; They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers will come; They joyed, but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.
Page 85 - A chariot of fire through the dark cloud descended, Its drivers were angels, on horses of whiteness, And its burning wheels turned on axles of brightness. A seraph unfolded its doors bright and shining ; All dazzling like gold of the seventh refining, And the souls that came forth out of great tribulation, Have mounted the chariots and steeds of salvation.
Page 85 - The muskets were flashing, the blue swords were gleaming, The helmets were cleft, and the red blood was streaming ; The heavens grew dark, and the thunder was rolling, When in Wellwood's dark muirlands the mighty were falling.
Page 86 - The infant a mother attended and loved, The mother that infant's affection who proved, The husband that mother and infant who blessed — Each, all, are away to their dwellings of rest. The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye, Shone beauty and pleasure— her triumphs are by: And the memory of those who loved her and praised, Are alike from the minds of the living erased.
Page 147 - Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay, All flesh is hay : Thus think, and smoke tobacco.