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Scottish Song: Its Wealth, Wisdom, and Social Significance (Classic Reprint)
John Stuart Blackie
No preview available - 2015
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Page 172 - 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, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Page 126 - 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 155 - When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food, It ennobled our hearts, and enriched our blood; Our soldiers were brave, and our courtiers were good: Oh the roast beef of old England, And old England's roast beef!
Page 106 - It's a' to pleasure our gudeman, For he's baith leal and true. Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside Put on the muckle pot ; Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And Jock his Sunday coat ; And mak their shoon as black as slaes, Their hose as white as snaw ; It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's been long awa'.
Page 74 - But Peter said unto him ; Thy money perish with thee, because thou hast thought that the gift of God may be purchased with money.
Page 145 - Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Page 384 - Our toils obscure an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that ? Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Page 299 - Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. Let him drink and forget his poverty and remember his misery no more.
Page 384 - He's but a coof for a' that : For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star and a' that ; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a' that. A king can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that : For a