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The Popular Songs of Scotland with Their Appropriate Melodies G. F. (George Farquhar) Graham,J. Muir Wood No preview available - 2017 |
The Popular Songs of Scotland: With Their Appropriate Melodies (Classic Reprint) George Farquhar Graham No preview available - 2018 |
Common terms and phrases
Allan Allan Cunningham amang ancient ANDANTE appears ARRANGED BY T. M. auld ballad blaw blythe bold Jack Donohue bonnie lassie braes braw broom Busk cauld century Charles Gray Charlie colla Collection composed cres dance dear dearie Edinburgh edition flower frae Gala Water gane gang George Thomson gi'e glen gude ha'e hame heart heather Highland Highland laddie J. T. SURENNE Jacobite Jamie John Johnson's Museum laddie Lady lass lassie lo'e mair maun MODERATO modern Museum Illustrations Nannie ne'er never O'er the muir old air original Orpheus Caledonius Oswald published R. A. Smith Rizzio says Scotland Scottish Scottish airs Scottish melodies Scottish Song sing stanza Stenhouse sung sweet syne T. M. MUDIE tablature thee There's Thomson tune verses volume weel words written by Burns young
Popular passages
Page 341 - The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn ; They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw, They mind me o
Page 67 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him follow me!
Page 251 - To make the crown a pound my Jamie gaed to sea, And the crown and the pound — they were baith for me.
Page 109 - The autumn mourns her rip'ning corn, By early winter's ravage torn; Across her placid, azure sky, She sees the scowling tempest fly: Chill runs my blood to hear it rave — I think upon the stormy wave, Where many a danger I must dare, Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr. 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, Tis not that fatal, deadly shore; Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear!
Page 153 - Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Page 75 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 255 - And when, at last, thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath ? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
Page 61 - My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of valour, the country of worth : Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Page 267 - His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair — And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi...
Page 51 - Jeanie, maun plead my excuse ; Since honour commands me, how can I refuse ( Without it I ne'er can have merit for thee, And without thy favour I'd better not be.