The Jacobite Songs and Ballads of Scotland from 1688 to 1746: With an Appendix of Modern Jacobite SongsCharles Mackay R. Griffin, 1861 - 348 pagini |
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... Bonnet wha can Wae's me for Prince Charlie . Lament for the Lord Maxwell The Waes of Scotland Donald Macgillavry ... Bonnets of Blue 342 The Gathering of the Clans 344 The Chevalier's Lament 346 Wha'll be King but Charlie . 347 THE ...
... Bonnet wha can Wae's me for Prince Charlie . Lament for the Lord Maxwell The Waes of Scotland Donald Macgillavry ... Bonnets of Blue 342 The Gathering of the Clans 344 The Chevalier's Lament 346 Wha'll be King but Charlie . 347 THE ...
Pagina 44
... bonnet Or he come again . O Willie , Willie Wanbeard , He's awa ' to sail , Wi ' water in his waygate , An ' wind in his tail , Wi ' his back boonermost , An ' his kyte downermost , An ' his flype hindermost , Fighting wi ' his kail . O ...
... bonnet Or he come again . O Willie , Willie Wanbeard , He's awa ' to sail , Wi ' water in his waygate , An ' wind in his tail , Wi ' his back boonermost , An ' his kyte downermost , An ' his flype hindermost , Fighting wi ' his kail . O ...
Pagina 79
... that gat ' em ! " Right sair he gloom'd , but naething said , While my heart was like to scunner , Cowards are they born and bred , Ilka whinging , praying sinner . My bonnet on my sword I bare , And fast LOCHMABEN GATE . 79.
... that gat ' em ! " Right sair he gloom'd , but naething said , While my heart was like to scunner , Cowards are they born and bred , Ilka whinging , praying sinner . My bonnet on my sword I bare , And fast LOCHMABEN GATE . 79.
Pagina 80
With an Appendix of Modern Jacobite Songs Charles Mackay. My bonnet on my sword I bare , And fast I spurr'd by knight and lady , And thrice I wav'd it in the air , 66 Where a ' our lads stood rank'd and ready . Long live King James ...
With an Appendix of Modern Jacobite Songs Charles Mackay. My bonnet on my sword I bare , And fast I spurr'd by knight and lady , And thrice I wav'd it in the air , 66 Where a ' our lads stood rank'd and ready . Long live King James ...
Pagina 129
... bonnet bound with ribbons blue , The white cockade and a ' that , The tartan hose and philabeg , Which makes us blythe , for a ' that . The Whigs think a ' that weal is won , But , faith , they maunna fa ' that ; They think our loyal ...
... bonnet bound with ribbons blue , The white cockade and a ' that , The tartan hose and philabeg , Which makes us blythe , for a ' that . The Whigs think a ' that weal is won , But , faith , they maunna fa ' that ; They think our loyal ...
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auld baith battle battle of Culloden blaw blood blude bonnet bonnie Dundee Bonnie laddie bonny maidens boys brae brave brunstane Charlie Stuart clans claymore coming crown Culloden darling daunton dear deil Donald Macgillavry Duke Dundee e'er Earl Earl of Mar English Ettrick Shepherd Farewell fight foes frae friends gallant gane gather Geordie glen gude ha'e hame Hanover haughs of Cromdale Hawley heart Here's a health hero Highland laddie hills honour Jacobite Jacobite songs Jamie Johnnie Cope Kenmure's King James lady laird land Lochiel loon Lord Lowland lassie Mac Garadh maun mony morning ne'er never o'er ochon plaid Prince Charles rebels rin awa royal Charlie Scotland Scottish sing songs and ballads sung sword tartan thee There's thou throne true turn'd wadna weel wha's Whigs Willie winna
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Pagina 78 - Israel, whose day is come, when iniquity shall have an end, thus saith the Lord God ; Remove the diadem, and take off the crown: this shall not be the same: exalt him that is low, and abase him that is high. I will overturn, overturn, overturn, it: and it shall be no more, until he come whose right it is; and I will give it him.
Pagina 46 - 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 178 - Twas on a Monday morning Right early in the year, That Charlie came to our town — The Young Chevalier! As he was walking up the street The city for to view, O, there he spied a bonie lass The window looking thro...
Pagina 317 - For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scatter'd 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.
Pagina 146 - 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 111 - 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 117 - And fare thee well, George Collingwood, Since fate has put Us down ; If thou and I have lost our lives, Our king has lost his crown.
Pagina 213 - 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 215 - 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.
Pagina 342 - twas Claver'se who spoke, " Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. " Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!