The Harp of Perthshire: A Collection of Songs, Ballads, and Other Poetical Pieces Chiefly by Local Authors

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A. Gardner, 1893 - 519 pages
 

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Page 72 - TWAS at the silent solemn hour, When night and morning meet; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. Her face was like an April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud; And clay-cold was her lily hand That held her sable shroud. So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown: Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.
Page 101 - There's nae sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn's there, John, She was baith gude and fair, John ; And oh ! we grudged her sair To the land o
Page 73 - Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath ! And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth.
Page 409 - Dumblane. Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e'ening, — Thou'rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen; Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning, Is charming young Jessie, the flower o
Page 73 - How could you say my face was fair. And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Page 105 - Jean was makin' the elder-flower wine : "And what brings the Laird at sic a like time ? " She put aff her apron, and on her silk gown, Her mutch wi' red ribbons, and gaed awa
Page 409 - Mang the bonnie Highland heather ; Where the deer and the rae, Lightly bounding together, Sport the lang summer day On the braes o' Balquhither. I will twine thee a bower By the clear siller fountain, And I'll cover it o'er Wi...
Page 73 - That face, alas ! no more is fair, Those lips no longer red : Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is ; This winding-sheet I wear : And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. But hark ! the cock has warned me hence ; A long and last adieu ! Come see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you.
Page 105 - THE AULD HOUSE OH, the auld house, the auld house ! What though the rooms were wee ? Oh, kind hearts were dwelling there, And bairnies fu' o' glee ! The wild rose and the jessamine Still hang upon the wa': How mony cherished memories Do they, sweet flowers, reca'!
Page 118 - To see her cousin she cam' there, An' oh ! the scene was passing fair ; For what in Scotland can compare Wi' the Carse o

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