Songs and Ballads of ClydesdaleMenzies, 1882 - 247 pages |
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... sound an alarm , Horns , trumpets , and drums , are mere screaming o ' crows ; To the loud thunderin ' twang o ' my landlady's nose ! Oh ! my landlady's nose unto me is a treasure , A care - killing nostrum - a fountain of pleasure ...
... sound an alarm , Horns , trumpets , and drums , are mere screaming o ' crows ; To the loud thunderin ' twang o ' my landlady's nose ! Oh ! my landlady's nose unto me is a treasure , A care - killing nostrum - a fountain of pleasure ...
Page 49
... long years ago , From which at morn the pigeons flew ; The grey old kirk , whose Sabbath bell Sounds sweetly where this heather grew . Ꭰ 49 The stately trees , the sweetbriar hedge , Which o'er On a Sprig of Heather from Home,
... long years ago , From which at morn the pigeons flew ; The grey old kirk , whose Sabbath bell Sounds sweetly where this heather grew . Ꭰ 49 The stately trees , the sweetbriar hedge , Which o'er On a Sprig of Heather from Home,
Page 52
... sound of thy name still thrills my frame , And my pulse beats quick and strong , When as now I pace , o'er the sacred place , Where we met when our love was young . And THE BONNIE BAWBEE . my heart still warms , 52 SONGS AND BALLADS OF ...
... sound of thy name still thrills my frame , And my pulse beats quick and strong , When as now I pace , o'er the sacred place , Where we met when our love was young . And THE BONNIE BAWBEE . my heart still warms , 52 SONGS AND BALLADS OF ...
Page 77
... sound O'er moss - o'er fen , O'er moorland and woody glen- " Peace on earth , good - will to men , " In my ding , dong ! ding , dong ! 77 These lines were written on the occasion of the old Bell of Carnwath being transferred to the Free ...
... sound O'er moss - o'er fen , O'er moorland and woody glen- " Peace on earth , good - will to men , " In my ding , dong ! ding , dong ! 77 These lines were written on the occasion of the old Bell of Carnwath being transferred to the Free ...
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... sound in Carnwath kirkyard ! The rich and the poor , the young and the old , The sweet modest maiden , the termagent scold , The teacher , the preacher , the lady , the laird , Are a ' sleepin ' sound in Carnwath kirkyard ! The child of ...
... sound in Carnwath kirkyard ! The rich and the poor , the young and the old , The sweet modest maiden , the termagent scold , The teacher , the preacher , the lady , the laird , Are a ' sleepin ' sound in Carnwath kirkyard ! The child of ...
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adieu auld BAILLIE OF JERVISWOOD 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 dear Dollerie Mills e'er fair flowers frae gang George Lockhart gin my wife Glaisca whisky grave GRAY BROTHER green gude hame happy hath heart 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 Ye'll young Hyndford
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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 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 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 245 - s in his clutches, (Buying him crutches ! ) — What can an old man do but die ? THOMAS HOOD. WHEN SHALL WE ALL MEET AGAIN! EN shall we all meet again ? When shall we all meet again ? Oft shall glowing hope expire, Oft shall wearied love retire, Oft shall death and sorrow reign, Ere we all shall meet again.
Page 147 - Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay, All flesh is hay : Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
Page 171 - ... beside his bier, When not a word was spoken; But every eye was dim with a tear, And the silence by sobs was broken. I have heard the earth on his coffin pour To the muffled drum's deep rolling, While the minute-gun with its solemn roar Drowned the death-bell's tolling.
Page 86 - The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just, Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust. So the multitude goes — like the flower...
Page 185 - I was a bride. E'en tak to your wheel and be clever, And draw out your thread in the sun { The gear that is gifted it never Will last like the gear that is won. Woo'd and married and a, ! Wi
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.