MY HEART WAS ANCE. The Poet in the Musical Museum has added a note, that "the chorus of this song is old, the rest of it is mine." TUNE-To the Weavers gin ye go. My heart was ance as blythe and free To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids, I rede' you right gang ne'er at night, My mither sent me to the town, A bonnie westlin weaver lad I sat beside my warpin-wheel, But every shot and every knock, The moon was sinking in the west But what was said, or what was done, But oh! I fear the kintra3 soon Will ken as weel 's mysel. To the weavers gin ye go, &c. 1 To counsel.-2 Mother.-3 Country.-4 Know. THE PLOUGHMAN. TUNE-Up wi' the Ploughman. THE ploughman he's a bonnie lad, Then up wi' my ploughman lad, I will wash my ploughman's hose, THE SONS OF OLD KILLIE. This song was sung by Burns in the Kilmarnock Kilwinning Lodge in 1786. TUNE-Shawnboy. YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, To follow the noble vocation; Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another To sit in that honoréd station. I've little to say, but only to pray, As praying's the ton of your fashion; A prayer from the muse you well may excuse, 'Tis seldom her favorite passion. Ye powers who preside o'er the wind and the tide, Who formed this frame with beneficent aim, Within this dear mansion may wayward contention May secrecy round be the mystical bound, OH, WHAR DID YE GET. Part of this song is old, but all that is natural and tender was added by Burns. Он, whar did ye get that hauver meal bannock? ye see? I gat it frae a brisk young sodger laddie, Between Saint Johnston and bonnie Dundee. Oh gin I saw the laddie that gae me 't! Aft has he doudled me up on his knee; May Heaven protect my bonnie Scots laddie, My blessin 's upon thy sweet wee lippie, Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie, THE JOYFUL WIDOWER. TUNE-Maggy Lauder. I MARRIED With a scolding wife At length from me her course she steer'd, I speak, and do not flatter, Her body is bestowed well, A handsome grave does hide her; The deil would ne'er abide her. I rather think she is aloft, And imitating thunder; For why, methinks I hear her voice COME DOWN THE BACK STAIRS. The air was composed by John Bruce, an excellent fiddler, who lived in Dumfries. The sentiment is taken from an old song, but every line is very much altered. It may be compared with the other version at page 433. TUNE-Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad. Oh whistle, and I'll come Oh whistle, and I'll come COME down the back stairs When ye come to court me, BRAW LADS OF GALLA WATER. Perhaps the air of this song is the sweetest of all the Scotch 'airs. It was considered so by Haydn. TUNE-Galla Water. Braw, braw lads of Galla Water; And follow my love through the water. And follow my love through the water. That cost her mony a blirt and bleary. MY HOGGIE. TUNE-What will I do gin my Hoggie die! WHAT Will I do gin my Hoggie die? |