Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, Etc, 第 2 巻W. Paterson, 1870 |
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ae night alſo bairns baith bannocks Becauſe beſt blate blyth bonny Bonny Dundee braw caft canna carl cauld COCKPEN corn ground cou'd Daffin Dainty Downby dear e'en e'er faid fair Fal deral filk filler filly firſt fome foon frae gane gang gear gi'e goodman goodwife Grey Cock heart horſe houſe ilka JENNY Jock JOHNY kifs kiſs laddie laffes laffie lafs laird laſs MAGGIE maid married Mattam maun meikle mither mony MOZIE muckle nae mair NANCY nane ne'er never noiſe o'er quoth ROB MORRIS ſaid ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhe's ſheep ſhould Sing ſmall ſpeak ſpin ſweet Syne thee theſe thou tocher uſed wanton weel WILLIE WILSY winna wiſh Woo'd Wyfe ye'll come hame ye're Ye's young
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301 ページ - Beside the river Dee ; He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he ; And this the burden of his song For ever used to be, — " I envy nobody ; no, not I, And nobody envies me ! "
199 ページ - When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he — Till he said, I'm come hame to marry thee.
302 ページ - twas Claver'se who spoke, 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke, So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee, 'Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
295 ページ - For he that hath, to him shall be given: and he that hath not, from him shall be taken even that which he hath.
73 ページ - Nor ony thing that's dainty ; And now and then a keckling hen To lay her eggs in plenty. In winter, when the wind and rain Blaws o'er the house and byre, He sits beside a clean hearthstane Before a rousing fire ; With nut-brown ale he tells his tale, Which rows him o'er fu...
299 ページ - I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet! If Colin's weel, and weel content, I hae nae mair to crave ; And gin I live to keep him sae, I'm blest aboon the lave: And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet.
199 ページ - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break...
198 ページ - I look'd for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack His ship it was a wrack — why didna Jamie dee ? Or...
289 ページ - I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest. I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus
298 ページ - There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman's awa'. And gie to me my bigonet, My bishop's satin gown; For I maun tell the baillie's wife That Colin's in the town. My Turkey slippers maun gae on, My stockins pearly blue; It's a' to pleasure our gudeman, For he's baith leal and true.