The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. ...

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Robert Cadell, 1833
 

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Page 197 - Come fill up my cup, &c. He spurred to the foot of the proud castle rock, And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke ; " Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
Page 122 - THE sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening's deepest glow Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide, In the calm sunset may repair Each to the loved one's side.
Page 196 - Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street, The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat; But the Provost, douce man, said, 'Just e'en let him be, The Gude Town is weel quit of that Deil of Dundee.
Page 196 - These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears, And lang-hafted gullies to kill Cavaliers ; But they shrunk to close-heads, and the causeway was free, At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, etc.
Page 195 - Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle the horses and call up the men, Come open your gates, and let me gae free, For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee ! Sir Walter Scott.
Page 197 - Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks — Ere I own a usurper I'll couch with the fox; And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee, You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me.
Page 194 - 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!
Page 428 - To the east, and to the west, and to the north, and to the south, I raise my voice...
Page 197 - There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth, If there's lords in the lowlands, there's chiefs in the North; There are wild Duniewassals three thousand times three Will cry Hoigh ! for the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Page 529 - Tis in this lies my crime ! — I defended my own life and the freedom of my children — See ye any rebellion in that ? The Emperor and Empire were blinded to our hard case by your flatteries.

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