The Poems of Allan Ramsay, Volume 2A. Strahan, 1800 - Fables, Scottish |
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... gang fae unev'n , I canna well take up the will of Heav'n . Our croffes teughly last us mony a year , But unco foon our bleffings disappear . RINGAN . I'll tell thee , Colin , my laft Sunday's note , I tented well mefs Thomas ilka jot ...
... gang fae unev'n , I canna well take up the will of Heav'n . Our croffes teughly last us mony a year , But unco foon our bleffings disappear . RINGAN . I'll tell thee , Colin , my laft Sunday's note , I tented well mefs Thomas ilka jot ...
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... gang , Hark ! frae yon howms the rural thrang Invite you now away ; While ilka hynd , And maiden kind , Dance in a ring , While fhepherds fing In honour of the day : Gae drink and dance ' Till morn advance , And set the twinkling fires ...
... gang , Hark ! frae yon howms the rural thrang Invite you now away ; While ilka hynd , And maiden kind , Dance in a ring , While fhepherds fing In honour of the day : Gae drink and dance ' Till morn advance , And set the twinkling fires ...
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... gangs his fame . His fame , which ever shall abide , Whilst hist'ries tell of tyrants ' pride , Wha Having done me the honour of turning fome of my paf- toral poems into English , juftly and elegantly . Wha vainly strave upon the tide T ...
... gangs his fame . His fame , which ever shall abide , Whilst hist'ries tell of tyrants ' pride , Wha Having done me the honour of turning fome of my paf- toral poems into English , juftly and elegantly . Wha vainly strave upon the tide T ...
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... gang clean wood . SANG II . Tune- " Fye , gar rub her o'er with ftrae . " Dear Roger , if your Jenny geck , And answer kindness with a flight , Seem unconcern'd at her neglect , For women in a man delight : F 4 But But them despise who ...
... gang clean wood . SANG II . Tune- " Fye , gar rub her o'er with ftrae . " Dear Roger , if your Jenny geck , And answer kindness with a flight , Seem unconcern'd at her neglect , For women in a man delight : F 4 But But them despise who ...
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... gangs trigger to the kirk or fair ; For a ' that , he can neither fing nor fay , Except , " How d ' ye ? " - or , " There's a bonny ઃઃ day . " PEGGY . Ye dash the lad with conftant flighting pride , Hatred for love is unco fair to ...
... gangs trigger to the kirk or fair ; For a ' that , he can neither fing nor fay , Except , " How d ' ye ? " - or , " There's a bonny ઃઃ day . " PEGGY . Ye dash the lad with conftant flighting pride , Hatred for love is unco fair to ...
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aboon Alake ALLAN RAMSAY auld bairns baith BARD BAULDY beauty beſt blate blyth bonny breaſt canna charms cou'd dear delight didle dinna e'en e'er eaſe ELSPA fafe faft faid fair fame fang faul fhall fhaw fhepherd fhine fhou'd fighs filly fince fing firſt fmiles fome foon fowk frae ftill fuch fure fweet gang gi'e GLAUD grace ha'e hame heart Highland laddie houſe ilka Jenny Jouk JOUKUM juſt kifs laffes laffie lafs laſt lefs Lochaber MADGE MAUSE meikle mind mony muſe muſt nae mair naithing nane ne'er never o'er PATIE PEGGY pleaſe pleaſure praiſe quoth reſt rifing ROGER ſay ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould SIR WILLIAM ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſweet SYMON Syne tell thee theſe thoſe thou thouſand thro uſed whiſtle wife winna wiſh
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Page 278 - Gae pu' the gowan in its prime, Before it wither and decay. Watch the saft minutes of delyte, When Jenny speaks beneath her breath, And kisses, laying a' the wyte On you, if she kepp ony skaith.
Page 66 - I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld. My Peggy smiles sae kindly, Whene'er I whisper love. That I look down on a' the town, — That I look down upon a crown.
Page 66 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay; My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, I wish nae mair of a...
Page 85 - ... kindness smile, When our short passions wad our peace beguile ; Sae whensoe'er they slight their maiks at hame, 'Tis ten to ane the wives are maist to blame. Then I'll employ wi' pleasure a' my art To keep him cheerfu', and secure his heart.
Page 237 - Polwart on the Green If you'll meet me the morn, Where lasses do convene To dance about the thorn, A kindly welcome you shall meet Frae her wha likes to view A lover and a lad complete, The lad and lover you.
Page 84 - With glooman brow the laird seeks in his rent, — 'Tis no to gie, your merchant's to the bent ; His honour maunna want, — he poinds your gear ; Syne driven frae house and hald, where will ye steer ?Dear Meg, be wise, and lead a single life ; Troth, 'tis nae mows to be a married wife ! PEGGY. May sic ill luck befa...
Page 246 - I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er, And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.
Page 83 - When a' they ettle at — their greatest wish, Is to be. made of, and obtain a kiss ? Can there be toil in tenting day and night The like of them, when love makes care delight ? Jen. But poortith, Peggy, is the warst of a...
Page 69 - That thou may'st thole the pangs of mony a loss ! 0 may'st thou doat on some fair paughty wench, That ne'er will lout thy lowan drowth to quench; Till bris'd beneath the burden, thou cry dool ; And awn that ane may fret that is nac fool.
Page 263 - AN THOU WERE MY AIN THING. AN thou were my ain thing, I would love thee, I would love thee ; An thou were my ain thing How dearly would I love thee. Like bees that suck the morning dew Frae flowers of sweetest scent and hue, Sae wad I dwell upo' thy mou, And gar the gods envy me.