The lark. Containing a collection of above four hundred and seventy celebrated English and Scotch songsJohn Osborn, 1742 - 370 páginas |
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... , march , why the D- , & c . 264 My Patie is a Lover gay 267 My Jeany and I have toil'd 277 My Sodger Laddie is over the Sea 287 My Mafters and Friends and good , & c . 306 My Peggy is a young Thing Maria , when my An Alphabetical TABLE .
... , march , why the D- , & c . 264 My Patie is a Lover gay 267 My Jeany and I have toil'd 277 My Sodger Laddie is over the Sea 287 My Mafters and Friends and good , & c . 306 My Peggy is a young Thing Maria , when my An Alphabetical TABLE .
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... Laddie gaed , & c . 318 Were I affur'd you'd conftant prove Well , I agree , y'er fure of me 321 Ibid . When Hope was quite funk in Despair 323 With ev'ry Grace young Strephon chofe 329 . When thy Beauty appears 340 Woman , thoughtless ...
... Laddie gaed , & c . 318 Were I affur'd you'd conftant prove Well , I agree , y'er fure of me 321 Ibid . When Hope was quite funk in Despair 323 With ev'ry Grace young Strephon chofe 329 . When thy Beauty appears 340 Woman , thoughtless ...
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... Laddie winna ha'e me . My Dady's a Delver of Dikes , My Mither can card and spin , And I am a fine fodgel Lafs , And the Siller comes linkin in The Siller comes linkin in , And it is fou fair to fee , And fifty times wow ! O wow ! What ...
... Laddie winna ha'e me . My Dady's a Delver of Dikes , My Mither can card and spin , And I am a fine fodgel Lafs , And the Siller comes linkin in The Siller comes linkin in , And it is fou fair to fee , And fifty times wow ! O wow ! What ...
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... Laddie , until thou return . Tho ' Woods now are bonny , and Mornings are clear , While Lav'rocks are finging , And Primrofes fpringing ; Yet nane of them pleases my Eye or my Ear , When throw the Wood , Laddie , ye dinna appear . That ...
... Laddie , until thou return . Tho ' Woods now are bonny , and Mornings are clear , While Lav'rocks are finging , And Primrofes fpringing ; Yet nane of them pleases my Eye or my Ear , When throw the Wood , Laddie , ye dinna appear . That ...
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... die . " Then fy let us a to the Bridal , For there will be Lilting there , For Jockie's to be married to Maggie , The Lafs wi ' the gewden Hairs SONG CCXCIX.The Highland Laddie . THE Lawland - lads think The LARK . 233.
... die . " Then fy let us a to the Bridal , For there will be Lilting there , For Jockie's to be married to Maggie , The Lafs wi ' the gewden Hairs SONG CCXCIX.The Highland Laddie . THE Lawland - lads think The LARK . 233.
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alake auld Bacchus Beauty beft Bleffing bleft Blifs bonny Breaft Busk Charms Chloe Clarinda conftant cou'd cry'd Cupid dear Defire Defpair Delight didle Difdain drink e'er Eafe Earl Douglas ev'ry Eyes fafely faid fair falfe fame Fate feven fhall fhould figh filly fince fing firft flain fmiling foft fome foon frae ftand ftill fuch fure fweet geld give Grace Groves hafte happy Heart Highland Laddie Jenny kifs Laddie Lafs laft lov'd Love Love's Lover Maid mair maun Meaſure moft muft muſt ne'er never Night Nofe Nymph o'er Paffion Pain Peggy Phillis pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r prithee quoth reft rife Rofe ſhall ſhe Sighs SONG Soul Swain tell thee thefe There's thofe thoſe thou thouſand Treaſure Twas twill Vows Wawking Whilft whofe Wife Wine wou'd young Youth
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Página 11 - And take your bows with speed: " And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, " That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear.
Página 307 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld.
Página 11 - The hounds ran swiftly through the woods The nimble deer to take, And with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make. Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the tender deer; Quoth he, " Earl Douglas promised This day to meet me here. " If that I thought he would not come, No longer would I stay.
Página 124 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Página 10 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Página 250 - I'll never demand, Or black or fair it maks na whether. I'm aff with wit, and beauty will fade, And blood alane is no worth a shilling; But she that's rich her market's made, For ilka charm about her is killing. Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land, And in my...
Página 16 - God save the King, and bless the land In plenty, joy, and peace; And grant henceforth that foul debate 'Twixt noblemen may cease.
Página 259 - Why the devil do ye na march ? Stand to your arms, my lads, Fight in good order ; Front about, ye musketeers all, Till ye come to the English border ; Stand till 't, and fight like men, True gospel to maintain. The parliament's blythe to see us a' coming. When to the kirk we come, We'll purge it ilka room, Frae popish relics, an' a' sic innovation. That a' the world may see, There's nane in the right but we, Of the auld Scottish nation.
Página 126 - Whilst thro' the groves I walk with you, Each object makes me gay ; Since your return the sun and moon With brighter beams do shine, Streams murmur soft notes while they run, As they did lang syne.
Página 253 - His tempting face, and flatt'ring chear, In time to me did not appear ; But now I fee that cruel he Cares neither for his babe nor me. Balow, my boy, &c.