The lee-lang night we watch'd the fauld, We heard naught but the roaring linn, I trembled for my Hoggie. HER DADDIE FORBAD. Some of these verses are by Burns, and part from a humorous old Ballad, "Jumpin' John o' the green." TUNE-Jumpin' John. HER daddie' forbad, her minnie2 forbad; Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John, A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf, The lang lad, &c. HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER. This is a cheerful air, and was formerly played as a single hornpipe in the Scottish dancing-schools; the words are altered from an old song. TUNE-The Dusty Miller. HEY, the dusty miller, Or he spend a groat. 1 Father.-2 Mother.-3 Would not.-4 Dowry. Dusty was the coat, Dusty was the color, That I got frae the miller. Hey, the dusty miller, THERE WAS A LASS. Te old song of this name, sung to the tune of "You'll ay be welcome back again," is much inferior to the present in wit and delicacy. TUNE-Duncan Davison. THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, As o'er the moor they lightly foor, A burn was clear, a glen was green, That Meg should be a bride the morn; When ye set by the wheel at e'en. 1 Dreary.-2 Proud.-3 Legs.-4 A holy oath. A man may drink and no be drunk; And ay be welcome back again. WEARY FA' YOU, DUNCAN GRAY. Of this the Poet says, "It is that kind of light-horse gallop of an air which precludes sentiment. The ludicrous is its ruling feature." Another version will be found at page 366. TUNE-Duncan Gray. WEARY fa' you, Duncan Gray- Wae gae by you, Duncan Gray— When a' the lave gae to their play, Bonnie was the Lammas moon-- Ha, ha, the girdin o't! The girdin brak, the beast cam down, But, Duncan, gin ye 'll keep your aith— I'se bless you wi' my hindmost breath Ha, ha, the girdin o't! Duncan, gin ye 'll keep your aith, The beast again can bear us baith, And auld Mess John will mend the skaith, LANDLADY, COUNT THE LAWIN. The two first verses are by Burns: the last is taken from an old song. TUNE-Hey tutti, taiti. LANDLADY, count the lawin,' Hey tutti, taiti, Cog an' ye were ay fou, Weel may ye a' be! THE BLUDE RED ROSE AT YULE MAY BLAW. The sentiment is taken from a Jacobite song of the same name. THE blude red rose at Yule may blaw," To daunton me, and me sae young, For an auld man shall never daunton me. Reckoning. Dawn.-3 Tipsy. Blood. 5 Blow.--6 Snow. ▾ Fondle. For a' his meal and a' his maut, His gear may buy him kye and yowes, For an auld man shall never daunton me. He hirples twa fauld as he dow, Wi' his teethless gab' and his auld beld pow, COME BOAT ME O'ER TO CHARLIE. Some of these lines are old; the second and most of the third stanza are original 1 TUNE-O'er the water to Charlie. COME boat me o'er, come row me o'er, We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea, I lo'e weel my Charlie's name, I swear and vow by moon and stars, We'll o'er the water, &c. Speech. 2 Bald head. |