Poems and SongsJ. & A. McMillan, 1872 - 232 strán (strany) |
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aboon ance ARCHY MCKAY auld Scotland BAGPIPES bairns baith bannocks Barrister blash bluid blythe bonny braes braw Burns canty cauld cheer chiel crimson dickie CROOKSTON CASTLE cuddle dear Doctor e'en e'er EPISTLE fame fareweel frae frien gane glee Granny Kent GRAYSTEIL Greenhead guid gutcher Hail hame heart hills honest honour HUGH McDONALD Igo and ago ilka Iram coram dago Isabella ither James 66 Jeems McFarlane Jock wi John Frost John Maut Kirk kiss land langsyne lassie lo'ed Manuf'r maun Merch't Merchant 66 mony muse nae mair ne'er neath nought o'er Partridge Island Peggy Portland roam Robin Red roun sang Scotland sigh Sime Croly's dead sing smile snaw SONG soul STEEPLE sweet syne tears thee There's thou TUNE Watty McFee Whar wife Ye'll Ye're
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Strana 59 - And they hae taen his very heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John...
Strana 32 - Fresh as the rising morn ; 111 love, till time this heart consumes, The land where I was born. Land where proud Rome, in days of yore, Forth led her countless hordes, Till Scotia gleamed from shore to shore With empire-winning swords ; But glory to our sires of old ! All stainless and untorn, Still bloom the laurels which enfold...
Strana 152 - God pity, then, the poor blue-noses, Their cheeks like flour, their nebs like roses; They puff they grue, and swallow doses To heat their waine, Till oft when night their business closes They hiccup ha me.
Strana 33 - In thee, when South'ron foes assailed To load thy neck with chains, And Edward's whetted vengeance pealed In thunder o'er thy plains ; A Wallace, matchless, dauntless, good, His threats defied with scorn, And nobly saved, in fields of blood, The land where I was born. Hail, Bruce ! dread essence of the brave ! Hail, monarch of my soul ! Thy deeds, where thraldom found a grave, To endless fame shall roll ; Thy deeds on Bannock's bloody field Thy name shall aye adorn ; Bright glory crowns, and valour...
Strana 43 - The snaw's driftin' sair o'er the hill, an' the win' like a demon rairs at the lum head. The puir weary traveller, whae'er he may be, God sen" him a beild dry an' warm; And the mariner tossing afar o'er the sea — 0! shield him frae shipwreck or harm. The stars are shut out frae the face of the sky, That us'd sae to cheer me at e'en, For they brocht to my mind the blythe hinney days, When wi' Donald I stray'd 'neath their sheen.
Strana 33 - Covenant hymns, from glens and rocks, Came floating on the gale : Where martyr'd hosts to piles of fire By Papal vengeance torn, Upon thy breast for truth expired — Great land where I was born. Hail, land of song ! where countless bards Have tuned the heavenly lyre, Where Tannahill's soft strains were heard To blend with...
Strana 34 - ... martyr hosts, to piles of fire, By Papal vengeance torn, For truth upon your breast expired, Great land where I was born. Hail, land of song ! where countless bards Have tuned the heavenly lyre ; Where Tannahill's soft strains were heard To blend with Burns...
Strana 43 - Through the portals o' death and the grave. Dinna greet, my sweet bairns, I'll be cheerfu' the morn — "Tis the sough o' the wind mak's me wae, An' the thocht that your faither may never return Frae the bluid-thirsty Muscovite fae; But aiblins I'm wrang, for God wha can baud The vast sea in the howe o...
Strana 44 - Can shield him frae scaith, an' may yet sen' him back To his wife, bairns, an' dear native Ian'. God ! what did I hear? 'twas my Donald's ain voice, Borne alang on the wings o' the blast — He said — " Flora, I've come noo to join you for aye, Haste, dearest, and follow me fast.