The book of Scottish song, collected and illustr. with hist. and critical notices by A. Whitelaw

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Alexander Whitelaw
Blackie and Son, 1844 - 609 pages
 

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Page 47 - there I took the last fareweel How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings. Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Page 230 - the sleep that knows not breaking Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our Isle's enchanted hall. Hands unseen thy couch are strewing ; Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er. Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not
Page 328 - Who could win maiden's breast, Kuin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, "Where mingles war's rattle. With groans of the dying, Eleu loro. There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted ; His warm blood the wolf shall lap. E'er life
Page 330 - sacred hour can I forget?— Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transporte past; Thy image at our last embrace ;— Ah! little thought we 'twas our
Page 52 - pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegitber, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And we'll sleep
Page 410 - But to see her, was to love her ; žLove but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met — or never parted. We had ne'er been broken-hearted. ?^1
Page 477 - wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine ! I never saw a fairer, I never loo'da dearer; And neist my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine. She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing. This sweet wee wife o
Page 410 - As fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas ! for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, пае cheerfu
Page 519 - is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But it shall bloom In winter snow, Ere we two meet again. He turn'd his charger as he spake. Upon the river shore ; He gave his bridle-reins a shake, Said, Adieu for evermore, my love 1 And adieu for evermore.
Page 230 - summon here. Mustering clan, or squadron tramping Yet the lark's shrill fife may come. At the day-break, from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near. Guards nor warders challenge here ; Here's no war-steed

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