Jacobite Minstrelsy: With Notes Illustrative of the Text and Containing Historical Details in Relation to the House of Stuart from 1640 to 1784R. Griffin, 1828 - 362 pagini |
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... thee , majestic tree ! Honour'd was he who sat on thee . And thou , like him , thrice honour'd shalt be . When our great sovereign , Charles , was driv'n from his throne , [ own , And dared scarce call kingdom or subjects his Old ...
... thee , majestic tree ! Honour'd was he who sat on thee . And thou , like him , thrice honour'd shalt be . When our great sovereign , Charles , was driv'n from his throne , [ own , And dared scarce call kingdom or subjects his Old ...
Pagina 14
... thee , thou fause Argyle ! For this it rues me sairly : Thou'st been thy king and country's foe , From Lochy's day to Airly . OVER THE SEAS AND FAR AWA . * COME , all fast friends , let's jointly pray , And pledge our vows on this great ...
... thee , thou fause Argyle ! For this it rues me sairly : Thou'st been thy king and country's foe , From Lochy's day to Airly . OVER THE SEAS AND FAR AWA . * COME , all fast friends , let's jointly pray , And pledge our vows on this great ...
Pagina 59
... for battle ready . And when I gang by Locher Brigs , And o'er the moor , at e'en or morrow , I'll lend a curse unto the Whigs , That wrought us a ' this dool and sorrow . THE WAES OF SCOTLAND . WHEN I left thee , MINSTRELSY . 59.
... for battle ready . And when I gang by Locher Brigs , And o'er the moor , at e'en or morrow , I'll lend a curse unto the Whigs , That wrought us a ' this dool and sorrow . THE WAES OF SCOTLAND . WHEN I left thee , MINSTRELSY . 59.
Pagina 60
... thee , bonny Scotland , O thou wert fair to see ! Fresh as a bonny bride in the morn , When she maun wedded be . When I came back to thee Scotland , Upon a May morn fair , A bonny lass sat at our town end , Kaming her yellow hair . ' Oh ...
... thee , bonny Scotland , O thou wert fair to see ! Fresh as a bonny bride in the morn , When she maun wedded be . When I came back to thee Scotland , Upon a May morn fair , A bonny lass sat at our town end , Kaming her yellow hair . ' Oh ...
Pagina 108
... thee his , Which gars my heart to greet . Farewell each kindly well - known face , My heart has held so dear : My tenants now must leave their lands , Or hold their lives in fear . No more along the banks of Tyne , I'll rove in autumn ...
... thee his , Which gars my heart to greet . Farewell each kindly well - known face , My heart has held so dear : My tenants now must leave their lands , Or hold their lives in fear . No more along the banks of Tyne , I'll rove in autumn ...
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afterwards Airly amang Argyle arms army auld battle battle of Culloden blude bonnet Bonnie laddie brave cause Charlie Stuart Chevalier clans coming Cromdale crown Culloden dear death deil Donald Macgillavry Duke of Cumberland e'er Earl of Mar enemy English Ettrick Shepherd fate fear fight foes frae friends gallant gane Geordie George glen gude hame hand Hanover haughs of Cromdale Hawley head heart hero Highland laddie hills honour horse house of Stuart Inverness Jacobite James Johnnie Cope king lady land Lochiel Lord Lowland lassie Mac Garadh maun morning muir ne'er never o'er ochon owre plaid Prince Charles Prince's rebels reign rin awa Royal Charlie says Scotland Scots Scottish sing song Stuart sung sword tartan thee There's thou throne traitor verses wadna weel Whigs Whigs awa Willie winna
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Pagina 24 - 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...
Pagina 175 - Tis thine, oh Glenullin! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning — no rider is there; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Pagina 141 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Pagina 25 - 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...
Pagina 232 - In the month of May, the Duke of Cumberland advanced with the army into the Highlands, as far as Fort Augustus, where he encamped ; and sent off detachments on all hands, to hunt down the fugitives, and lay waste the country with fire and sword.
Pagina 231 - MOURN, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn ! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty.
Pagina 108 - The last time I mounted thee ; The warning bell now bids me cease, My trouble's nearly o'er ; Yon sun that rises from the sea Shall rise on me no more. Albeit that here in London town It is my fate to die ; 0 carry me to Northumberland, In my father's grave to lie.
Pagina 176 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Pagina 95 - Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie ! Here's Kenmure's health in wine ; There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude, Nor yet o
Pagina 176 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.