The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and English. Reprinted from the 14th Ed, Zväzok 1J. Crum, 1871 |
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The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots ..., Zväzok 1 Allan Ramsay Úplné zobrazenie - 1876 |
The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots and ..., Zväzok 1 Allan Ramsay Úplné zobrazenie - 1871 |
The Tea-table Miscellany: A Collection of Choice Songs, Scots ..., Zväzok 1 Allan Ramsay Úplné zobrazenie - 1876 |
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Alake baith Balow beauty beſt blate bluſh blyth bofom bonny braes of Yarrow breaſt broom of Cowdenknows buſk cauld ceaſe charms cou'd dear delight deſpair didle e'er eaſe ev'ry eyes faid fair fhall fighs filk filly fing firſt flow'ry fmiles fniſhing fome foon forrow foul frae ftill fuch fwain fweet gang gi'e grace ha'e hame heart heaven highland laddie houſe ilka Jeany Jenny Jocky kiſs laddie laffie lafs laſs laſt leave thee Lochaber love thee lover maid maun muſt nae mair nane ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion Peggy pleaſe pleaſure praiſe riſe Rob Morris ſaid ſay ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhe's ſhine ſhould ſmile SONG ſport ſpring ſtill ſweet Syne theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand todlen treaſure Tune-The uſe wawking winna wiſh ye're young
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