Miscellaneous poems, songs, &c. partly in the Scottish dialect, with a glossary1813 |
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... head on the wave : Like the poor , shatter'd shallop , whose rudder is lost , The wreck of my Hope I would save . In some snug , Friendly Haven , whose rocks bay the winds , And to toil - worn Distress is its shore , I would moor ...
... head on the wave : Like the poor , shatter'd shallop , whose rudder is lost , The wreck of my Hope I would save . In some snug , Friendly Haven , whose rocks bay the winds , And to toil - worn Distress is its shore , I would moor ...
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... head , And his twin snatch'd the standard , that flutter'd on land . In Life's dead - water left , tho ' I linger behind , And can't pull a hallyard , or splice a rope's end : I'm no lubber at heart , and shall teach them to mind , That ...
... head , And his twin snatch'd the standard , that flutter'd on land . In Life's dead - water left , tho ' I linger behind , And can't pull a hallyard , or splice a rope's end : I'm no lubber at heart , and shall teach them to mind , That ...
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... head the milkin ' pail , As saft she tript it o'er the green . Twa social , neighbour swains , that bonny day , Had met , by chance , upo ' the flow'ry plain ; Whan cheerfu ' Jamie , canty ay , an ' gay , To sadder Johnie thus began the ...
... head the milkin ' pail , As saft she tript it o'er the green . Twa social , neighbour swains , that bonny day , Had met , by chance , upo ' the flow'ry plain ; Whan cheerfu ' Jamie , canty ay , an ' gay , To sadder Johnie thus began the ...
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... head , An ' gie us a lilt o't belive . JOHNIE . Ance , lad , thou ca'd me canty cheery swain ; But , thou need never ca ' me that again . Nae mair , nae mair my aiten pipe I'll blaw , While risin ' Echo whispers't far awa . Ne'er sal ...
... head , An ' gie us a lilt o't belive . JOHNIE . Ance , lad , thou ca'd me canty cheery swain ; But , thou need never ca ' me that again . Nae mair , nae mair my aiten pipe I'll blaw , While risin ' Echo whispers't far awa . Ne'er sal ...
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... head o'er my sweet Billy's grave : No Hope e'er shall gladden the heart of his Anna ; Her Hope is entomb'd in the Texel's deep wave . On the coast of Mynheer , with his broad pendant flying , Tho ' Duncan his Ensign of triumph could ...
... head o'er my sweet Billy's grave : No Hope e'er shall gladden the heart of his Anna ; Her Hope is entomb'd in the Texel's deep wave . On the coast of Mynheer , with his broad pendant flying , Tho ' Duncan his Ensign of triumph could ...
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Страница 75 - An' sae he'll ne'er offer to woo me again. Ye bonnie young lasses, be warn'd by my fate, Despise not the heart you may value too late ; Improve the sweet sunshine that now gilds the plain; With you it may never be sunshine again. The simmer o' life, ah ! it soon flits awa', An' the bloom on your cheek will soon dow in the snaw ; Oh ! think, ere you treat a fond youth wi' disdain, That, in age, the sweet flower never blossoms again.
Страница 74 - Frae his lips flow'd the strains o' persuasion and truth; His suit I rejected wi' pride an' disdain, But, O! wad he offer to woo me again! He aft wad hae tauld me his love was sincere; And e'en wad ha'e ventured to ca' me his dear, My heart to his tale was as hard as a stane; But, O!
Страница 75 - I fear wi' some ither my laddie is taen, An' sae he'll ne'er offer to woo me again. Ye bonnie young lasses, be warn'd by my fate, Despise not the heart you may value too late ; Improve the sweet sunshine that now gilds the plain; With you it may never be sunshine again. The simmer o...
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Страница 39 - I said, would soon cure me of love. O, what had my youth with ambition to do? Why left I Amynta? why broke I my vow? O, give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore, And I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.
Страница 75 - Repulsed, he forsook me, an' left me to grieve, An mourn the sad hour that my swain took his leave ; Now, since I despised, an' was deaf to his mane, I fear he'll ne'er offer to woo me again t Oh ! wad he but now to his Jean be inclined, My heart in a moment wad yield to his mind; But I fear wi' some ither my laddie is taen, An' sae he'll ne'er offer to woo me again.
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Страница 74 - But, oh ! wad he offer to woo me again ! He said that he hoped I would yield an' be kind, But I counted his proffers as light as the wind ; I laugh'd at his grief, whan I heard him complain ; But, oh ! wad he offer to woo me again ! He flatter'd my locks, that war black as a slae, And praised my fine shape, frae the tap to the tae ; I flate, an' desired he wad let me alane ; But, oh ! wad he offer to woo me again ! Repulsed, he forsook me, an...