Songs and Ballads of ClydesdaleA. Nimmo Menzies, 1882 - 247 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 32
Page 19
... ne'er be like douce Geordie Steel ! He's courted far owre mony lasses , Tae slicht them he thinks it gude fun , He'll mak but a drucken half - marrow , Ye'll best rue before ye be bun ' . Tho ' Geordie be laird of a housie , And brags o ...
... ne'er be like douce Geordie Steel ! He's courted far owre mony lasses , Tae slicht them he thinks it gude fun , He'll mak but a drucken half - marrow , Ye'll best rue before ye be bun ' . Tho ' Geordie be laird of a housie , And brags o ...
Page 21
... ne'er forget your much - loved scenes - tho ' now I say adieu ! I've oft surveyed with joy , my fair domains so wide ; Oft ranged o'er hill and valley with my staghounds by my side ; And rambled o'er the plains where my falcons often ...
... ne'er forget your much - loved scenes - tho ' now I say adieu ! I've oft surveyed with joy , my fair domains so wide ; Oft ranged o'er hill and valley with my staghounds by my side ; And rambled o'er the plains where my falcons often ...
Page 24
... ne'er lade your nodle Till ye've toomed your creel . Learn to blaw and blether , Baith wi ' lad and lass ; Gie yer tongue nae tether , Lang's it brings the brass . Sae ken the kintra , Kirsty , Ken it wide and weel , Ere ye cry a codlin ...
... ne'er lade your nodle Till ye've toomed your creel . Learn to blaw and blether , Baith wi ' lad and lass ; Gie yer tongue nae tether , Lang's it brings the brass . Sae ken the kintra , Kirsty , Ken it wide and weel , Ere ye cry a codlin ...
Page 26
... ne'er i ' your kennin ' ; But the laddie that carried the lassie awa ' , Was Johnnie Gilfillan o ' Willowden Ha ' . The lassie was bred in a braw borough toon , Where fouth o ' gude manners she learned fu ' ready ; When a ' the new ...
... ne'er i ' your kennin ' ; But the laddie that carried the lassie awa ' , Was Johnnie Gilfillan o ' Willowden Ha ' . The lassie was bred in a braw borough toon , Where fouth o ' gude manners she learned fu ' ready ; When a ' the new ...
Page 30
... er attire them like thee— In the purple and freshness of morn . " Away , foolish grandeur , I'll ne'er change my love , Or this kiss , this sweet kiss , be my last ; Yes , the gods , who look down on that leaf - lined bower , Can ...
... er attire them like thee— In the purple and freshness of morn . " Away , foolish grandeur , I'll ne'er change my love , Or this kiss , this sweet kiss , be my last ; Yes , the gods , who look down on that leaf - lined bower , Can ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
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.