The songs of Scotland, ancient and modern; with an intr. and notes by A. Cunningham, Volume 1

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Allan Cunningham
J. Taylor, 1825 - Songs
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Page 255 - A' for the sake of their true loves, For them they'll see nae mair. O lang lang may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang lang may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves, For them they'll see nae mair.
Page 106 - He married my sisters with five pound or twenty nobles a-piece, so that he brought them up in godliness and fear of God. He kept hospitality for his poor neighbours; and some alms he gave to the poor, and all this he did of the said farm.
Page 54 - ... heart grown cauld to me;. When we came in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see : My Love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysell in cramasie.
Page 315 - And changed the object of thy will, It had been lethargy in me, Not constancy, to love thee still. Yea, it had been a sin to go And prostitute affection so; Since we are taught no prayers to say To such as must to others pray. Yet do thou glory in thy choice, Thy choice of his good fortune boast; I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice To see him gain what I have lost. The height of my disdain shall be To laugh at him, to blush for thee; To love thee still, but go no more A-begging to a beggar's door.
Page 159 - Now whether is this a rich man's house, Or whether is it a poor ? " But ne'er a word wad ane o' them speak, For barring of the door.
Page 253 - O whare will I get a skeely skipper, To sail this new ship of mine ? " O up and spake an eldern knight, Sat at the king's right knee : " Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor, That ever sailed the sea.
Page 32 - I'll make a garland of thy hair, Shall bind my heart for evermair, Until the day I die. O that I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says, 'Haste, and come to me!
Page 316 - T do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee. Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
Page 285 - I saw a fair ship nigh at land, I waved my wings, I bent my beak, The ship sunk, and I heard a shriek ; There they lie, one, two, and three, I shall dine by the wild salt sea.
Page 348 - It's gude to be merry and wise, It's gude to be honest and true; It's gude to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the buff and the blue. Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to Charlie the chief o' the clan, Altho' that his band be but sma

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