MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT
GAY.
TUNE-"Highlander's lament."
My Harry was a gallant gay,
Fu' stately strade he on the plain!
But now he's banish'd far away,
I'll never see him back again.
O for him back again,
O for him back again,
I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land,
For Highland Harry back again.
When a' the lave gae to their
bed,
I wander dowie up the glen;
I sit me down and greet my fill,
And ay I wish him back again.
O for him, &c.
O were some villains hangit high,
And ilka body had their ain,
Then I might see the joyfu' sight,
My Highland Harry back again!
O for him, &c.
TIBBIE DUNBAR.
TUNE -" Johnny M'Gill."
O WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money,
I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly:
But say thou wilt hae me for better for waur,
And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar.
WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet;
Peel a willow-wand, to be him boots and jacket:
The rose upon the briar will be him trouse and doublet,
The rose upon the briar will be him trouse and doublet!
Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet;
Twice a lily flower will be him sark and cravat;
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet,
Feathers of a flee wad feather up his bonnet.
CRAIGIE-BURN-WOOD.
Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee,
dearie,
And O to be lying beyond thee,
O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep,
That's laid in the bed beyond thee.
SWEET closes the evening on Craigie-
burn-wood,
And blythely awakens the morrow; But the pride of the spring in the Craigieburn-wood
Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.
Beyond thee, &c.
I see the spreading leaves and flowers,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But pleasure they hae nane for me,
While care my heart is wringing.
Beyond thee, &c.
I canna tell, I maun na tell,
I dare na for your anger;
But secret love will break my heart
If I conceal it langer.
Beyond thee, &c.
I see thee gracefu', straight and tall,
I see thee sweet and bonie,
But oh, what will my torments be,
If thou refuse thy Johnie!
Beyond thee, &c.
To see thee in anither's arms,
In love to lie and languish,
'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
My heart wad burst wi' anguish.
Beyond thee, &c.
But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
Say, thou lo'es nane before me;
An' a' my days o' life to come,
I'll gratefully adore thee.
Beyond thee, &c.
HERE'S HIS HEALTH IN
WATER!
TUNE-"The job of journey-work."
ALTHO' my back be at the wa',
And tho' he be the fautor;
Altho' my back be at the wa',
Yet, here's his health in water!
O! wae gae by his wanton sides,
Sae brawlie he could flatter;
Till for his sake I'm slighted sair,
And dree the kintra clatter.
But tho' my back be at the wa',
And tho' he be the fautor;
But tho' my back be at the wa',
Yet, here's his health in water!
AS DOWN THE BURN THEY
TOOK THEIR WAY.
As down the burn they took their way,
And thro' the flowery dale;
His cheeks to hers he aft did lay,
And love was ay the tale.
With "Mary, when shall we return,
Sic pleasure to renew?"
Quoth Mary, "Love, I like the burn,
And ay shall follow you."
LADY ONLIE.
TUNE-"Ruffian's rant."
A' the lads o' Thornie-bank,
When they gae to the shore o' Buck,
They'll step in an' tak' a pint
Wi' Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,
Brews gude ale at shore o' Bucky;
I wish her sale for her gude ale,
The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.
Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean
I wat she is a dainty chucky;
And cheerlie blinks the ingle-gleed
Of Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,
Brews gude ale at shore o' Bucky;
I wish her sale for her gude ale,
The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.
AS I WAS A WANDERING.
TUNE-" Rinn meudial mo mhealladh."
As I was a wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin',
The pipers and youngsters were making their game.
Amang them I spied my faithless fause lover,
Which bled a' the wounds o' my dolour again.
Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him;
I may be distress'd, but I winna complain;
I flatter my fancy I may get anither,
My heart it shall never be broken for ane.
I could na get sleeping till dawin' for greetin',
The tears trickled down like the hail and the rain;
Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken,
For, oh! love forsaken's a tormenting pain.
Altho' he has left me for greed o' the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win; I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him,
I may be distress'd, but I winna complain;
I flatter my fancy I may get anither,
My heart it shall never be broken for ane.
BANNOCKS O' BARLEY.
TUNE-"The Killogie."
BANNOCKS o' bear meal,
Bannocks o' Barley;
Here's to the Highlandman's
Bannocks o' barley.
Wha in a brulzie
Will first cry a parley?
Never the lads wi'
The bannocks o' barley.
Bannocks o' bear meal,
Bannocks o' Barley; Here's to the lads wi'
The bannocks o' barley;
Wha in his wae-days
Were loyal to Charlie?
Wha but the lads wi'
The bannocks o' barley.
Our sad decay in Church and State
Surpasses my descriving;
The Whigs came o'er us for a curse,
And we hae done with thriving.
Grim vengeance lang has ta'en a nap,
But we may see him wauken;
Gude help the day when royal heads
Are hunted like a maukin.
Awa Whigs, awa!
Awa Whigs, awa!
Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae gude at a'.
PEG-A-RAMSEY.
TUNE-"Cauld is the e'enin' blast.”
CAULD is the e'enin' blast
O' Boreas o'er the pool,
And dawin' it is dreary
When birks are bare at Yule.
O bitter blaws the e'enin' blast When bitter bites the frost, And in the mirk and dreary drift The hills and glens are lost.
Ne'er sae murky blew the night
That drifted o'er the hill,
But bonie Peg-a-Ramsey
Gat grist to her mill.
COME BOAT ME O'ER TO CHARLIE.
TUNE "O'er the water to Charlie." COME boat me o'er, come row me o'er, Come boat me o'er to Charlie; I'll gie John Ross another bawbee, To boat me o'er to Charlie.
We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea,
We'll o'er the water to Charlie; Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,
And live or die wi' Charlie.
I lo'e weel my Charlie's name,
Tho' some there be abhor him:
But O, to see auld Nick gaun hame,
And Charlie's faes before him!
I swear and vow by moon and stars,
And sun that shines so early,
If I had twenty thousand lives,
I'd die as aft for Charlie.
We'll o'er the water and o'er the
We'll o'er the water to Charlie; Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,
And live or die with Charlie!
WATER.
TUNE-" Galia Water."
Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;
O braw lads of Galla water!
I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,
And follow my love through the
SAE fair her hair, sae brent her brow, Sae bonie blue her een, my dearie; Sae white her teeth, sae sweet her mou', The mair I kiss she's ay my dearie. O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae,
O'er yon moss amang the heather;
I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,
And follow my love through the water.
Down amang the broom, the broom,
Down amang the broom, my dearie,
The lassie lost a silken snood,
That cost her mony a blirt and bleary.
Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;
O braw lads of Galla Water:
I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,
And follow my love through the
THE SLAVE'S LAMENT.
IT was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral,
For the lands of Virginia, O;
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more,
And alas I am weary, weary, O!
All on that charming coast is no bitter snow or frost,
Like the lands of Virginia, O;
There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,
And alas I am weary, weary, O!
The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear,
In the lands of Virginia, O;
And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,
And alas I am weary, weary, O!
HAD I THE WYTE.
TUNE-"Had I the wyte she bade me."
HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte,
Had I the wyte she bade me;
She watch'd me by the hie-gate side,
And up the loan she shaw'd me;
And when I wadna venture in,
A coward loon she ca'd me;
Had kirk and state been in the gate,
I lighted when she bade me.
Sae craftilie she took me ben,
And bade me make nae clatter;
"For our ramgunshoch glum gudeman
Is out and ower the water:
Whae'er shall say I wanted grace,
When I did kiss and dawte her,
Let him be planted in my place,
Syne say I was the fautor.
Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refused her?
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I unkindly used her?
He clawed her wi' the ripplin-kame,
And blue and bluidy bruised her;
When sic a husband was frae hame,
What wife but had excused her?
I dighted ay her een sae blue,
And bann'd the cruel randy;
And weel I wat her willing mou'
Was e'en like sugar-candy.
A gloamin-shot it was I trow,
I lighted on the Monday;
But I cam through the Tysday's dew,
To wanton Willie's brandy.
HEE BALOU.
TUNE" The Highland balou."
HEE balou! my sweet wee Donald,
Picture o' the great Clanronald;
Brawlie kens our wanton chief
Wha got my young Highland thief.
Leeze me on thy bonie craigie,
An' thou live, thou'll steal a naigie:
Travel the country thro' and thro',
And bring hame a Carlisle cow.
Thro' the Lawlands, o'er the border,
Weel, my babie, may thou furder:
Herry the louns o' the laigh countree,
Syne to the Highlands hame to me.
HER DADDIE FORBAD.
TUNE-"Jumpin' John."
HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad;
Forbidden she wadna be:
She wadna trow't, the browst she brew'd
Wad taste sae bitterlie.
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie,
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie.
A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf,
And thretty gude shillin's and three; A very good tocher, a cotter-man's dochter,
The lass with the bonie black ee.
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie,
The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John
Beguiled the bonie lassie.
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