The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots & English, Volume 1 |
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The Tea-Table Miscellany, Or a Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English ... Allan Ramsay No preview available - 2017 |
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Alake auld baith Balow beauty beſt blate bluſh blyth bonny braes of Yarrow breaſt broom of Cowdenknows buſk cauld ceaſe charms cou'd dear delight deſpair didle e'er eaſe ev'ry eyes faft faid fair fhall fighs filk filly fing firſt flow'ry fmiles fome foon forrow foul frae ftill fuch fwain fweet fweetly gang gi'e grace hame happy heart heaven highland laddie houſe ilka Jeany Jenny Jocky kiſs laddie laffie lafs laſs laſt leave thee Lochaber love thee lover maid maun muſic muſt nae mair nane ne'er never nymph o'er paffion Peggy pleaſe pleaſure praiſe riſe Rob Morris ſay ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſmile SONG ſport ſpring ſtill ſwain ſweet Syne theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand tocher todlen treaſure Tune-The uſe wawking wife winna wiſh ye're young
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Page 237 - Flows Yarrow sweet? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed, As green its grass, its gowan as yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow.
Page 238 - But who the expected husband husband is? His hands, methinks, are bath'd in slaughter, Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon, Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after. Pale as he is, here lay him lay him down, O lay his cold head on my pillow; Take aff take aff these bridal weids, And crown my careful head with willow. Pale tho...
Page 46 - WHEN trees did bud, and fields were green, And broom bloom'd fair to see; When Mary was complete fifteen, And love laughed in her e'e; Blythe Davie's blinks her heart did move To speak her mind thus free; Gang down the burn, Davie, love, And I will follow thee.
Page 143 - So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown: Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.
Page 55 - She kills whene'er she dances : Blyth as a kid, with wit at will, She blooming, tight, and tall is ; And guides her airs sae gracefu' still, O Jove, she's like thy Pallas.
Page 144 - Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge, and broken oath: And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth.
Page 179 - Glasgow town, We were a comely sight to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysel
Page 236 - Curse ye, curse ye, his useless, useless shield, My arm that wrought the deed of sorrow, The fatal spear that pierced his breast — His comely breast on the braes of Yarrow...
Page 126 - I were a maid again, From young men's flattery I'd refrain ; For now, unto my grief, I find, They all are perjur'd and unkind : Bewitching charms bred all my harms, Witnefs my babe lies in my arms.
Page 145 - Margaret's name, And thrice he wept full sore ; Then laid his cheek to her cold grave, And word...