Songs and Ballads of ClydesdaleA. Nimmo Menzies, 1882 - 247 pages |
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... Sweet Mary , Adieu , . The Dying Mason , The Merry Bachelor , Wooed an ' Married an ' a ' , • The Auld Beggar Man , Sae will We Yet , Tranent Wedding , Babity Bowster , Glasgow Fair , I'll gar our Guidman trow , 176 177 180 181 181 182 ...
... Sweet Mary , Adieu , . The Dying Mason , The Merry Bachelor , Wooed an ' Married an ' a ' , • The Auld Beggar Man , Sae will We Yet , Tranent Wedding , Babity Bowster , Glasgow Fair , I'll gar our Guidman trow , 176 177 180 181 181 182 ...
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... sweet Earn I've wandered for mony a long mile , The thochts o ' my dearest lass , Ailie , The wearisome hours did beguile ; The happy wae nicht that we parted She vowed she would constant remain ; My heart - strings a ' dirled wi ...
... sweet Earn I've wandered for mony a long mile , The thochts o ' my dearest lass , Ailie , The wearisome hours did beguile ; The happy wae nicht that we parted She vowed she would constant remain ; My heart - strings a ' dirled wi ...
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... sweet comely features-- These charms are a ' naething to me . The storms o ' this life may soon blast them , Or sickness may snatch them away , But virtue when fixed in the bosom Will flourish and never decay ! Nae langer I'll spend a ...
... sweet comely features-- These charms are a ' naething to me . The storms o ' this life may soon blast them , Or sickness may snatch them away , But virtue when fixed in the bosom Will flourish and never decay ! Nae langer I'll spend a ...
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... sweet kiss , be my last ; Yes , the gods , who look down on that leaf - lined bower , Can witness how truly I'm blest ! ' " Such , such were his words , when close to his breast With many a sigh he me drew ; So kind , so sincere , and ...
... sweet kiss , be my last ; Yes , the gods , who look down on that leaf - lined bower , Can witness how truly I'm blest ! ' " Such , such were his words , when close to his breast With many a sigh he me drew ; So kind , so sincere , and ...
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... sweet perfume be giving . May such be the spot , in some flowery dell , where The larks from its turf may be springing , Where the blackbird and mavis may love to repair The dirge of my rest to be singing . Oh ! not in the dark ...
... sweet perfume be giving . May such be the spot , in some flowery dell , where The larks from its turf may be springing , Where the blackbird and mavis may love to repair The dirge of my rest to be singing . Oh ! not in the dark ...
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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.