Songs and Ballads of ClydesdaleMenzies, 1882 - 247 pages |
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... thou Bloomest Fair , 180 The Vale of Clyde , . 181 Sweet Mary , Adieu , . 181 The Dying Mason , The Merry Bachelor , Wooed an ' Married an ' a ' , Daylight Wooin ' , The Auld Beggar Man , Tibbie Fowler , Sae will We Yet , Tranent ...
... thou Bloomest Fair , 180 The Vale of Clyde , . 181 Sweet Mary , Adieu , . 181 The Dying Mason , The Merry Bachelor , Wooed an ' Married an ' a ' , Daylight Wooin ' , The Auld Beggar Man , Tibbie Fowler , Sae will We Yet , Tranent ...
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... thou wilt smile alone on me . The infant days of pleasure took To wander wi ' thee o'er the lea , For early by yon purlin ' brook I felt the magic o ' thine e'e . I gathered wild flowers frae the vale , I pu'd fruit's ripeness frae the ...
... thou wilt smile alone on me . The infant days of pleasure took To wander wi ' thee o'er the lea , For early by yon purlin ' brook I felt the magic o ' thine e'e . I gathered wild flowers frae the vale , I pu'd fruit's ripeness frae the ...
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... thou rash , rash maid , Or farewell thy composure of mind ; They may charm for a little , but beware , ah ! beware , Of a poison that festers behind . " Look , look but on me - nay , nay , never fear , I'm a rival you scarcely can dread ...
... thou rash , rash maid , Or farewell thy composure of mind ; They may charm for a little , but beware , ah ! beware , Of a poison that festers behind . " Look , look but on me - nay , nay , never fear , I'm a rival you scarcely can dread ...
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... thou must ever remain The same as thou ever hast been . Thy birthday ode was the lapwing's shriek , The heath thy swaddling band ; Thy dirge shall be the curlew's cry— Thy shroud the barren sand . The spring can bring no spring to thee ...
... thou must ever remain The same as thou ever hast been . Thy birthday ode was the lapwing's shriek , The heath thy swaddling band ; Thy dirge shall be the curlew's cry— Thy shroud the barren sand . The spring can bring no spring to thee ...
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... Thou knowest he fell in seeking after Thee ! Go , build his monument , and build it one Like his own genius , broad , and deep , and high ; And build it not of marble , but of stone , The Red Sandstone of his loved Cromarty . Yet build ...
... Thou knowest he fell in seeking after Thee ! Go , build his monument , and build it one Like his own genius , broad , and deep , and high ; And build it not of marble , but of stone , The Red Sandstone of his loved Cromarty . Yet build ...
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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
Popular passages
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.