Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.
The rose upon the breer, by the waters running clear,
May have charms for the linnet or the bee;
Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,
But my true love is parted from me.
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DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat?
There’s wooden walls upon our seas,And volunteers on shore, Sir:The Nith shall run to Corsincon,And Criffel sink in Solway,Ere we permit a Foreign FoeOn British ground to rally!We’ll ne’er permit a Foreign FoeOn British ground to rally!O let us not, like snarling curs,In wrangling be divided,Till, slap! come in an unco loun,And wi’ a rung…
Chorus.—O lovely Polly Stewart,
There’s ne’er a flower that blooms in May,That’s half so fair as thou art!THE FLOWER it blaws, it fades, it fa’s,And art can ne’er renew it;But worth and truth, eternal youthWill gie to Polly Stewart,O lovely Polly Stewart, &c.May he whase arms shall fauld thy charmsPossess a leal and true heart!To him be given to…
Chorus:- Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,Lest my jewel it should tine.Wishfully I look and languishIn that bonie face o’ thine,And my heart it sounds wi’ anguish,Lest my wee thing be na mine.[Chorus]Wit and Grace, and Love, and Beauty,In ae constellation shine;To adore thee in my duty,Goddess o’ this soul o’ mine![Chorus]
Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled,
Welcome to your gory bedOr to victorie!Now’s the day, and now’s the hour:See the front o’ battle lour,See approach proud Edward’s power—Chains and slaverie!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 LawFreedom’s sword will strongly draw,Freeman stand, or…
1 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
3 Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,4 Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.5 Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,6 While the star of hope she leaves him?7 Me, nae cheerfu’ twinkle lights me;8 Dark despair around benights me.9 I’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy,10 Naething could resist my Nancy;11 But to see…
Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.
The rose upon the breer, by the waters running clear,
May have charms for the linnet or the bee;
Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,
But my true love is parted from me.
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STOP, passenger! my story’s brief,
I tell nae common tale o’ grief,For Matthew was a great man.If thou uncommon merit hast,Yet spurn’d at Fortune’s door, man;A look of pity hither cast,For Matthew was a poor man.If thou a noble sodger art,That passest by this grave, man;There moulders here a gallant heart,For Matthew was a brave man.If thou on men, their…
O THOU, the first, the greatest friend
Whose strong right hand has ever beenTheir stay and dwelling place!Before the mountains heav’d their headsBeneath Thy forming hand,Before this ponderous globe itselfArose at Thy command;That Pow’r which rais’d and still upholdsThis universal frame,From countless, unbeginning timeWas ever still the same.Those mighty periods of yearsWhich seem to us so vast,Appear no more before Thy sightThan…
FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,
The cruel fates between us throwA boundless ocean’s roar:But boundless oceans, roaring wide,Between my love and me,They never, never can divideMy heart and soul from thee.Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear,The maid that I adore!A boding voice is in mine ear,We part to meet no more!But the latest throb that leaves my heart,While Death stands victor by,—That…
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
Welcome to your gory bed,Or to victory!Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;See the front o’ battle lour,See approach proud Edward’s power—Chains and slavery!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 lawFreedom’s sword will strongly draw,Freeman stand or freeman…
HEY, the dusty Miller,
He will win a shilling,Or he spend a groat:Dusty was the coat,Dusty was the colour,Dusty was the kissThat I gat frae the Miller.Hey, the dusty Miller,And his dusty sack;Leeze me on the callingFills the dusty peck:Fills the dusty peck,Brings the dusty siller;I wad gie my coatieFor the dusty Miller.
Coming thro’ the rye, poor body,
She draiglet a’ her petticoatieComing thro’ the rye.O, Jenny’s a’ wat, poor body;Jenny’s seldom dry;She draiglet a’ her petticoatieComing thro’ the rye.Gin a body meet a bodyComing thro’ the rye,Gin a body kiss a body—Need a body cry?Gin a body meet a bodyComing thro’ the glen,Gin a body kiss a body—Need the warld ken?