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Allegro amongst the gypsies ballad balor baulo beauty beloved BOHEMIENS bonnie Bucium charming chorus Chorus.—So the king cobza dance tunes dear diddle i gee drab English eyes favourite Fcap Flamenco flowers fortune-tellers FRENCH GYPSY ful for prastamengros Gallowa George Borrow Gitanos give Gorgio greenwood side guitar GYPSY DANCE gypsy girl gypsy laddie gypsy music gypsy origin GYPSY SONG gypsy tribes heard heart hola Hughie the Graeme Hungarian HUNGARIAN GYPSY Hungary Kirk Yetholm known lady Magyar maiden Manzanares melody Miss Burne Montonera mother musicians o'er Pablo de Sarasate play poison the porker pretty rhyme Rifol i diddle Romany song Roumanian says Scotch seguidillas Shela sing sleep soul Spain Spanish gypsies specimen strange sung sweet TAMBOURINE SONG tent thee thine thou tinker Translation true Tzigani Vamonos verse village Vyeryeviewshki wandering White hazel-tree wild winsome lass words Yetholm Zigeuner Zingari
50 ページ - To their fathers and mothers having risen Out of some subterraneous prison Into which they were trepanned Long time ago in a mighty band Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land, But how or why, they don't understand.
171 ページ - O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume, Forsooth and sae it mauna be ; For were there but three Graemes of the name They suld be hanged a
85 ページ - ... thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
170 ページ - Then they hae grippit Hughie the Graeme, And brought him up through Carlisle town ; The lasses and lads stood on the walls, Crying," Hughie the Graeme, thou'se ne'er gae down...
187 ページ - Tracing the lines of life; assumed through years, Each feature now the steady falsehood wears: With hard and savage eye she views the food, And grudging pinches their intruding brood; Last in the group, the worn-out Grandsire sits Neglected, lost, and living but by fits: Useless...
171 ページ - O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume, Forsooth and so it must na be ; Were he but the one Graeme of the name, He suld be hanged high for me."
176 ページ - Twist ye, twine ye ! even so Mingle shades of joy and woe, Hope, and fear, and peace, and strife. In the thread of human life.
172 ページ - Of me my friends shall have small talk ; " And he has louped fifteen feet and three, Though his hands they were tied behind his back. He looked over his left shoulder, And for to see what he might see ; «> There was he aware of his auld father, Came tearing his hair most piteouslie. " O hald your tongue, my father," he says, "And see that ye dinna weep for me ! For they may ravish me o' my life, .« But they canna banish me fro