The tea-table miscellany: a collection of choice songs, Scots and English. In four volumes. By Allan Ramsay (Google eBook)
printed by A. Donaldson and J. Reid. For A. Donaldson, 1762 - 448 pages
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Alake arms auld Bacchus baith beauty blate bless'd bliss blyth bonny braw breast bright Broom of Cowdenknows busk charms Chloe cou'd cry'd Cupid dear delight didle drink Dumbarton's drums e'er ev'ry eyes faid fair faithsul fate fighs frae gi'e grace green grove hame happy heart heaven highland laddie ilka Jeany Jenny Jocky kind kindly king kiss laddie lady lass lassie leave lise look lov'd love's lover maid maun merry mind morning nae mair ne'er never night nymph o'er pain passion Peggy pleasure poor quoth Rob Morris round sear shou'd sields sighs sing sire sirst smiles soft soger SONG sorrow soul Sung swain sweet Syne tell There's thine thou thoufand trifle tune Twas vows wawking Whilst Willy wine winna wise wou'd Yarrow ye'r young youth
Page 248 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 230 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Page 366 - Thus when Philomela drooping Softly seeks her silent mate, See the bird of Juno stooping ; Melody resigns to fate.
Page 344 - O dinna ye mind, young man," said she, "When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?" He turnd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.
Page 350 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...
Page 170 - Sae my true love did lightly me. O waly, waly but love be bonny, A little time while it is new, But when 't is auld it waxeth cauld And fades away like morning dew.
Page 243 - And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go. And deck her in golden array ; Be...
Page 295 - Till our Love was lov'd out in us both: But our Marriage is dead, when the Pleasure is fled : 'Twas Pleasure first made it an Oath.