Miscellaneous poems, songs, &c. partly in the Scottish dialect, with a glossary1813 |
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... Young Gentleman , uncommonly addicted to Gnawing his Fingers The Choice · Epigram , To one of the Gentlemen of the Thimble Song , Pretty Mally Song , Soft Descending Gentle Quiet Now - a - Days , or Hodge and Syme The Beau , a Satire ...
... Young Gentleman , uncommonly addicted to Gnawing his Fingers The Choice · Epigram , To one of the Gentlemen of the Thimble Song , Pretty Mally Song , Soft Descending Gentle Quiet Now - a - Days , or Hodge and Syme The Beau , a Satire ...
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... up thy saul : In Goshen thou sal tent thy faul ; An ' , gin thou's ay as blyth an ' baul ' , As I'm a Deil , Thou'se no kick up , till thou's right aul ' ; Sae , fare thee weel .. WILLIAM AND NANCY . A BALLAD . YOUNG Nancy was 46.
... up thy saul : In Goshen thou sal tent thy faul ; An ' , gin thou's ay as blyth an ' baul ' , As I'm a Deil , Thou'se no kick up , till thou's right aul ' ; Sae , fare thee weel .. WILLIAM AND NANCY . A BALLAD . YOUNG Nancy was 46.
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... , And conquer'd where she smil'd . The comely youths were not a few , Who for this maiden sigh'd : Among the rest young William woo'd , And long had been deny'd . Now William was the blythest lad That wanton'd on the 47.
... , And conquer'd where she smil'd . The comely youths were not a few , Who for this maiden sigh'd : Among the rest young William woo'd , And long had been deny'd . Now William was the blythest lad That wanton'd on the 47.
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... the three Lay breathless on the green . But Fate , ill Fate had will'd it so , Behind him Walter flew ; And basely , with his coward steel , He thrust Young William thro . VOL . I. E And is it Walter , William cry'd , That has 49.
... the three Lay breathless on the green . But Fate , ill Fate had will'd it so , Behind him Walter flew ; And basely , with his coward steel , He thrust Young William thro . VOL . I. E And is it Walter , William cry'd , That has 49.
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... young things a ' cam ' hame , Ilk had , I trow , a weel stegh'd wame , An ' we'se the hour o ' e'en beguile Wi ' mony a happy lunch this while . BROWNIE . Weel , Beardie , I'm sae fain to hear O ' Badran's death , an ' sic guid cheer ...
... young things a ' cam ' hame , Ilk had , I trow , a weel stegh'd wame , An ' we'se the hour o ' e'en beguile Wi ' mony a happy lunch this while . BROWNIE . Weel , Beardie , I'm sae fain to hear O ' Badran's death , an ' sic guid cheer ...
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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...
Страница 43 - Hell, Thou beats the Righteous down pell mell, Sae frank an forthy. That o' a seat where Devils dwell, There's nane mair worthy.
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...