 | Hopekirk, Helen - Seventy Scottish songs for low voice 70 Scottish songs Voix basse et Piano |
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| Compositeur : | Hopekirk, Helen (1856 - 1945) | ||||
| Instrumentation : | Voix basse et Piano | ||||
| Genre : | 20eme siecle | ||||
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| Langue : | Anglais | ||||
| Droit d'auteur : | Public domain | ||||
| Ajoutée par FS, 07 Fév 2019 For low voice and piano. - Adieu, Dundee Aye wakin', O! A wee bird cam' to our ha' door Ailie Bain o' the glen Balooloo, my lammie Blythe, blythe and merry was she By the stream so pure and clear By yon bonnie banks Cam' ye by Atholl Come, all ye jolly shepherds Cope sent a letter frae Dunbar Cro-Challain would gie me Farewell to Lochaber Far over yon hills Flow gently, sweet Afton Gin a body meet a body Hame, hame, hame! Heavy the beat of the weary waves Hush-a-by, darling Hush ye, my bairnie I climb the mountains I left my darling lying here I'm wearin' awa', Jean I wish I were where Helen lies John Anderson, my jo, John Maxwellton braes are bonnie My brown-haired maiden My love, she's but a lassie yet My love to my bride My own dear one's gone My brown maide My pretty Mary Nae mair we'll meet again O'er Coolin's face the night is creeping Oh, Charlie is my darling O hearken, and I will tell you how Och, och, mar tha mi! Oh, love will venture in Oh, mirk, mirk is the midnight hour Oh, where, tell me where Oh, my love is like a red, red rose Oh, why left I my hame? Put off, and row wi' speed Red, red is the path to glory Sad am I, and sorrow-laden See afar yon hill Ardmore Scots, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled Should auld acquaintance be forgot Since my loved one has gone Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe Sing the praises o' my dearie The Laird o' Cockpen The Campbells are comin' The de'il cam' fiddlin' thro' the toun The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen The winter it is past There grows a bonnie briar-bush Three score o' nobles rade up the King's ha' The moon had climbed the highest hill Turn ye to me Thy cheek is 'o the rose's hue Why weep ye by the tide, ladye? Winsome Mary Whar' ha'e ye been a' the day What's this dull town to me? Where sleepest thou, my dearie? Will ye gang to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay? With the Loorgeen o hee Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon Young Jamie lo'ed me weel. Source / Web : | University of Rochester Research | | |||
