Vagabond songs and ballads of Scotland. Ed., with notes, by R. Ford, Zväzok 1Robert Ford 1899 |
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Vagabond songs and ballads of Scotland. Ed., with notes, by R. Ford, Zväzok 2 Robert Ford Úplné zobrazenie - 1901 |
Vagabond songs and ballads of Scotland. Ed., with notes, by R. Ford Robert Ford Úplné zobrazenie - 1904 |
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Aberdeenshire ain Jockie lad amang auld Badenyon baith ballad Balquhidder bannocks blinkin bonnie lass bonnie lassie's bonnie Susie Cleland braw broon canna cauld claes Corunna's lone shore Crieff cronie crook and plaid dear doon Dorian mode Dumbarton Dundee e'en e'er Eek iddle dee ewie fare ye weel Farewell fiddle-dee-dee Fiunary frae gaed gang gaun Gilderoy glen Glowerowerem Gordonstown gude hame heard heart Heather Jock Highland ilka John Johnnie jolly old soul laddie lassie Lilt te turan loon Lowlands low maun mither mony Morayshire nane ne'er never o'er ower Perth Perthshire plaid plaidie awa printed Robert Burns rolling eye Rory Murphy sang Scotland sing smiddy sodger song Strathblane Strichen sung syne tell thee thegither There's thocht turan an uran verse wadna Watty weel Whilk wife winna ye'll young
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Strana 167 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Strana 162 - I'll tak' the low road, And I'll be in Scotland afore ye ; But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o
Strana 243 - ye're yet o'er young, And ha'e na learn'd the beggar's tongue, To follow me frae town to town, And carry the gaberlunzie on. " Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, To carry the gaberlunzie on." " I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, And draw a black clout o'er my e'e, A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
Strana 241 - O wow ! quo' he, were I as free As first when I saw this countrie, How blythe and merry wad I be 1 And I wad never think lang. He grew canty, and she grew fain, But little did her auld minny ken What thir slee twa thegither were say'ng, When wooing they were sae thrang. And O, quo' he, an' ye were as black As e'er the crown of my daddy's hat, 'Tis I wad lay thee by my back, And awa
Strana 170 - was ilka bird's sang ; She heard the craw sayin't, high on the tree sittin', And robin was chirpin't the brown leaves amang. Oh, what is't that pits my puir heart in a flutter ? And what gars the tears come sae fast to my e'e ? If I wasna ettled to be ony better, Then what gars me wish ony better to be...
Strana 255 - Love will lend wings to follow, And will find out the way. There is no striving To cross his intent, There is no contriving His plots to prevent ; But if once the message greet him, That his true love doth stay, If death should come and meet him, Love will find out the way.
Strana 50 - Their manly spirit I admired, And praised their noble zeal, Who had with flaming tongue and pen Maintain'd the public weal ; But e'er a month or two had pass'd, I found myself betray'd, 'Twas self and party, after all, For a' the stir they made ; At last I saw the factious knaves Insult the very throne, I cursed them a', and tuned my pipe To John o
Strana 51 - I now esteem'd the ornament of youth, And carefully, through many a page, I hunted after truth : A thousand various schemes I tried, and yet was pleased with none; I threw them by, and tuned my pipe to John o
Strana 252 - OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way. Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly; Where the midge dares not venture Lest herself fast she lay; If love come, he will enter And soon find out his way.
Strana 194 - My mither men't my auld breeks,— An' wow but they were duddy ! And sent me to get Mally shod At Robin Tamson's smiddy. The smiddy stands beside the burn That wimples through the clachan ;I never yet gae by the door But aye I fa