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amang the hether auld balmy beautiful Beltan black ee bloom bonie boy Tammy brae braw busk canna canty Carlo Gesualdo Carse Carse of Stirling castle cauld charm cheer cheer'd chiel court dear lassie e'en Edwards's Hist Eirin fair fause fear flew fond Forth's frae Gaelic gloom glow gowd gowden green Haena hair hame heart highland laddie hill hinny ilka Jamaica Johnie joys King's Park kirk laddie Lassie wi light loo'd luve luve's Mally Aiken mammy Mary bawn maun mild mirk mither mohátel na dousku morn muse naithing numbers o'er onie owre plaidy plain pleas'd POEMS raptur'd Robert Southey saft sang Scotia's shore sigh'd smile snaw sober sorrow stane Stirling Strevlina's sweet tear thegither thrang THREE MILE RIVER tocher tree walth wander'd warm weel ween Whan Whar whase wind young
第 67 頁 - Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar, and door, While here in my arms I lock mine!" He ends wi' a kiss and a smile — Wae's me! can I tak' it amiss? My laddie's unpractised in guile, He's free aye to daut and to ki.ss! Ye lasses wha lo'e to torment Your wooers wi...
第 153 頁 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
第 42 頁 - The haill o' his pack he has now on his back ; He's thretty, and I am but three-score and twa. Be frank now and kindly — I'll busk ye aye finely ; To kirk or to market there few gang sae braw ; A bien house to 'bide in, a chaise for to ride in, And flunkies to 'tend ye as aft as ye ca'.
第 66 頁 - I listen — poor fool ! and I greet ; Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa' ! Dear lassie, he cries wi...
第 41 頁 - ... night's gaun to fa'; Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw: Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
第 43 頁 - I'll creep in beside ye, I thocht ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa.' She crap in ayont him, aside the stane wa'. Where Johnnie was list'ning, and heard her tell a'; The day was appointed : his proud heart it dunted, And strack 'gainst his side as if bursting in twa.
第 83 頁 - Whar hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy ? I've been by burn and flow'ry brae, Meadow green and mountain gray, Courting o' this young thing Just come frae her mammy.
第 42 頁 - I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw: Oh, come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me! There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa." "Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie, auld Donald, gae 'wa! I fearna the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw: Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie; I'll no sit beside ye, Ye may be my gutcher; auld Donald, gae 'wa.