Rob Roy Macgregor; or, Auld lang syne! A musical drama. Founded on the novel Rob Roy [by sir W. Scott.].

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9 ÆäÀÌÁö - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry: Till a
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - A Highland lad my love was born, The Lalland laws he held in scorn ; But he still was faithfu' to his clan, My gallant braw John Highlandman. Sing, hey my braw John Highlandman ! Sing, ho my braw John Highlandman I There's not a lad in a' the Ian' Was match for my John Highlandman ! With his philibeg and tartan plaid, And gude claymore down by his side, The ladies' hearts he did trepan, My gallant braw John Highlandman.
60 ÆäÀÌÁö - I came up to this cursed country — forgive me for swearing!— on no one's errand but yours, Mr. Osbaldistone, d'ye think it was fair, when my...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - He that is without name, without friends, without coin, without country, is still at least a man; and he that has all these is no more.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel awhile ! And I will come again, my love, Tho
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - Highland drover, bankrupt, barefooted, stripped of all, dishonoured and hunted down, because the avarice of others grasped at more than that poor all could pay, shall burst on them in an awful change. They that scoffed at the...
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let me, now, speak of my own concerns. My kinsman said something of my boys, that sticks in my heart, and maddens in my brain : 'twas truth he spoke, yet I dared not listen to it ; 'twas fair he offered, yet I spurned that offer from very pride. My poor bairns ! I'm vexed when 1 think they must lead their father's life.
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... gnarled oak can be twisted as easily as the young sapling. Can I forget that I have been branded as an outlaw — stigmatized as a traitor — a price set on my head as if I had been a wolf — my family treated as the dam and cubs of the hill-fox, whom all may torment, vilify, degrade, and insult — the very name which came to me from a long and noble line of martial ancestors, denounced, as if it were a spell to conjure up the devil with...

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