The blackbird, containing one hundred and thirty songs, Scots and English. To which is added, the songs in Love in a village, and The maid of the mill [by I. Bickerstaffe].1783 |
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... need na fear , Troth try me whan you like . He took aff his bonnet , and fpat in his chew , He dighted his gab , and he pri'd her mou ' , With a fal , & c . The maiden blufht , and bing'd fu ' law , She had na will to say him na , But ...
... need na fear , Troth try me whan you like . He took aff his bonnet , and fpat in his chew , He dighted his gab , and he pri'd her mou ' , With a fal , & c . The maiden blufht , and bing'd fu ' law , She had na will to say him na , But ...
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... needs be a maid , Tol , tol , & c . ' Tis nothing makes many things often - times hit ; As when fools among wife men do filently fit , The fool that fays nothing , may pafs for a wit . Tol , tol , & c , When first by the ears we ...
... needs be a maid , Tol , tol , & c . ' Tis nothing makes many things often - times hit ; As when fools among wife men do filently fit , The fool that fays nothing , may pafs for a wit . Tol , tol , & c , When first by the ears we ...
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... 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 eye , And cripple or blind they will ca ' me , While we fhall be merry and fing , XXXIV . TO ...
... 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 eye , And cripple or blind they will ca ' me , While we fhall be merry and fing , XXXIV . TO ...
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... need na fear , Twa good ftilts to the pleugh , And ye your fell maun steer Ye shall hae twa good pocks , That anes were o ' the tweel , The t'ane to had the grots , The ither to had the meal ; With ane old kift made of wands , And that ...
... need na fear , Twa good ftilts to the pleugh , And ye your fell maun steer Ye shall hae twa good pocks , That anes were o ' the tweel , The t'ane to had the grots , The ither to had the meal ; With ane old kift made of wands , And that ...
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... needs a ' this pride ; I had nae a plack i ' me pouch That night I was a bride e ; My gown was linfy - woolfy , And ne'er a fark ava ; And ye hae ribbands and bufkins , Mae than ane or twa , Woo'd , and married , & c . What's the matter ...
... needs a ' this pride ; I had nae a plack i ' me pouch That night I was a bride e ; My gown was linfy - woolfy , And ne'er a fark ava ; And ye hae ribbands and bufkins , Mae than ane or twa , Woo'd , and married , & c . What's the matter ...
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Страница 37 - 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 ee ; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing.
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