Jacobite minstrelsy; with notes

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Pàgina 26 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Pàgina 181 - And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock!
Pàgina 265 - A waefu' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee...
Pàgina 177 - Lochiel ! Lochiel, beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight: They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down. Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Pàgina 27 - The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. W'hen day is gane, and night is come, And a...
Pàgina 280 - Charlie's now awa, Safely owre the friendly main ; Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he ne'er come back again. Will ye no come back again?
Pàgina 187 - Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier. As he was walking up the street, The city for to view, O there he spied a bonny lass, The window looking through. And Charlie he's my darling, 8cc. Sae light's he jumped up the stair, And tirled at the pin; And wha sae ready as hersel To let the laddie in!
Pàgina 243 - Devouring flames , and murd'ring steel ! The pious mother doom'd to death, Forsaken wanders o'er the heath, The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And, stretch'd beneath th' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes , and dies.
Pàgina 330 - Accept, O Heaven ! of woes like ours, And let us, let us weep no more.' The dismal scene was o'er and past, The lover's mournful hearse retired ; The maid drew back her languid head, And, sighing forth his name, expired.
Pàgina 328 - O, had he never seen that day ! Their colours and their sash he wore, And in the fatal dress was found; And now he must that death endure Which gives the brave the keenest wound. How pale was then his...

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