Scottish Song...W. Blackwood & sons, 1889 - 388 pàgines |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 168 - 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!
Pàgina 118 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Pàgina 122 - 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
Pàgina 151 - 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!
Pàgina 102 - 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'.
Pàgina 70 - But Peter said unto him ; Thy money perish with thee, because thou hast thought that the gift of God may be purchased with money.
Pàgina 141 - 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.
Pàgina 380 - 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
Pàgina 295 - 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.
Pàgina 380 - 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