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&-£4/vs-. U2. A l^ iP^-2 Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2011 with funding from National Library of Scotland http://www.archive.org/details/ancientmodernscoOOedin SCOTS SONGS THE GLEN COLLECTION OF SCOTTISH MUSIC Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles- Brise to the National Library of Scotland, in memory of her brother, Major Lord George Stewart Murray, Black Watch, killed in action in France in 1914. 2Qth January 1927. p -v\ ANCIENT and MODER^ SCOTTISH SONGS, HEROIC BALLADS, ETC IN TWO VOLUME S.'- V L U M E the S E C O N D. The garb our Mufes wore informer years. Hamilton. EDINBURGH: Printed by John WotherspookX FOR j>M£S Dickson and Charles. Elljq;- M. D C C LXX VI, > CSV SMTUfv ANCIENT and MODERN . SCOTTISH SONGS, HEROIC BALLADS, ETC. COLLECTED PROM 'MEMORY,. 'TRAD IT I O N„ and ANCIENT AUTHORS. THE SECOND EDITION. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOLUME the SECOND, EDINBURGH: Printed by John Wotberspoon> for James Dickson and Charles Elliot* MDCCLXXVI, ; F R A G M E n r s o r SENTIMENTAL AND LOVE SONGS, To its own Tune* O W can I be blyth or* glad, Or in my mind contented be, H When the bonny bonny lad that I loed feefh Is banifh'd from my company. Though he is banifh'd for my fake, I his true love will ftill remain ; But O that I was, and I wifh I was In the chamber where my true love is in, 5 dare nae come to my true love, I dare nae either fport or play, going fo gell For their evil evil tongues are ? That I muft kifs and go my way. Killing is bat a foolifh fancy, It brings two lovers into fin Cut O that I was, and I wifh I was In the chamber where my love is in, Vol. II. A ; ; ; I SCOTS SONGS, My true love is ftraight and tall, I had-nae will to -fay him nae, For with his falfe, but fweet deluding tongue, He ftole my very heart .away. The Lowlands of Holland. '"1\ ffY love has built a bonny fhjp, and fet her on the Tea, JtT-L With feven fcore good mariners to bear her company "There's three fcore is funk, and threefcore dead at fea, And the lowlands of Holland has twin'd my love and me. My love he built another {hip, and fet her on the main, And nane but twenty' mariners for to bring her hame, But the weary wind began to rife, and the fea began to rout, My love then and his bonny fhip turn'd witherfhins about.' There mall neither coif come on my head, nor comb come in my hair There mall neither coal nor candle light mine hi my bower mair, Nor will I love another one, until the day I die, For I never lov'd a love but one, and he's drown'd in the fea. O had your tongue my daughter dear, be fbill and be content, There are mair lads in Galloway, ye need nae fair lament O ! there is nane in Galloway, there's nane at a' for me, For I never lov'd a-love but ane and he's drown'd in ? £he Fea. SCOTS S O N G & Lizae Bail lie. LIzAz Baillie's to Gartartan gane, fifler To fee her Je a n j fhe's And there met wi' Duncan Grime ; And he's convoy'd her hame. 11 My bonny Lizae BAillie, I'll row ye in my plaldie, And ye maun gang alang wi' me, And be a Highland lady." il I am fure they wad nae ca' me wffe$< Gin I wad gang wi' you, Sir; Tor I can neither card nor fpin, Nor yet milk ewe. or cow, Sir." u My bonny Lizae Baillie, Let nane thefe things o' daunt ye } Ye'll hae nae need to card or fpin, Your mither weel can want ye." Now (he's call afF her bonny fhoen, Made 'o' the gilded leather, And fhe's put oirher highland brogues^'- To ikip amang the heather : And file's caft afF her bonny gcwn^ Made o' the filk and fattin, And file's put on a tartan plaid, To row amang the braken. She wad nae hae a Lawland laird, Nor be an Englifh lady ; But fhe wad gang wi' Dunca*n Gr£ME-. And row her in his plaidie. A..3 ' ! 4 SCOTS SONGS;. She was nae ten miles frae the town, When ftie began to weary ; She aften looked back, and faid, ** Farewell to Caftlecarry. " The firft place I faw my Duncan Crime Was near yon holland bufh. My father took frae me my rings, My rings but and my purfe, " But I wad nae gie my Duncan Grime For a' my father's land, Though it were ten times ten times mair., And a' at my command. ? Now wae be to you, loggerheads, That dwell near Caftlecarry, To let awa fie a bonny lafs, A Highlandman tomarrjr, OGi n my love were yon red rofe, That grows upon the caftle wa' I And I myfell a drap of dew, Into her bonny breaft to fa? Oh, there beyond expreifidn bleft' I'd feaft on beauty a' the night | SealM on her iilk-faft. falds to reft, Till flyed awa by Phoebns. light, . s c a T S S O N G S. 5 Love is the caufe of my mourning. BE n e a t h a green willow's fad ominous made A fimple fweet youth extended was laid : faid They afk'd what aiFd him, when fighing he ? > O love is the caufe of my mourning ! Long lov'd I a lady, fair, gentle, and gay, And thought myfelf loved for many a day $ But now flie is married, is married away, And love is the caufe of my mourning ? *- * * % And when deck'd as a bride to the kirk me did goy With bride-men and maidens, with pomp and with £hov,< She fmil'd in appearance—flie fmiPd, but was .woe j. O love is the caufe of my mourning ! # ~ % # # * And when I had feen my love taken to bed, And when they all kifs'd the bridegroom and bride, Heavens ! thought I, and mull he then ly by her fide.? O love is the caufe of my mourning! dig me, companions, a grave dark and deep Now ? Lay a {lone at my head and a turf at my feet, And O I'll ly down, and I'll take a long.fieep, T Nor w ake for ever and ever ! *• # * # GOOD 'morrow, fair, miftrefs, the beginner of ftrife, I took ye frae the- begging, and made ye my wife .2 It was your fair outfide that firfl took my ee, But this fail be the laft time my face ye fall' fee*: '" :, A3 ; : 6 SCOTS SO N g s; Fye on ye, ill woman, the bringer o3 fhame, The abufer o' love, the difgrace o' my name The betrayer or him that fo trufted in thee : But this is the laft time my face ye fall fee. To the ground (hall be razed thefe halls and thefe bowery DefilM by your lufts and your wanton amours I'll find out a lady of higher degree,- And this is the laft time my face ye fall fee. played this^. FALSE luve ! and hae ze me In the fimmer 'mid the flowers ? fall repay ze back again, I % In the winter 'mid the fhowers. again, dear luve, and again, dear luve Sot ? Will ze not turn again? As ze look to ither women^. Shall I to ither men. OM Y bojmy, Bonny May, Will ye not rue upon me | A found, found fleep Til never ge%. Uatii I lye ayont ths§., SCOTS SO NGS, Fll' gie ze four-and-twenty glide milk \cj*er Were a? caft in ae year, May; And a bonnie bull to gang them by, That blude-red is his hair, May, I hae nae houfes, I hae nae land,. I hae nae gowd or fee, Sir j I am o'er low to be your, bryde, Zour lown I'll never be, Sir. X-.ND- OF ?Al'T'$EeOED>, i SCOTS SONGS PART THIRD. C M I C A N D HUMOROUS SONGS. SCOTS SONG % PART THIRD. COMIC AND HUMOROUS SONG S. Apron. Deary. * r f *1 WAS early in the morning a morning of May, A foldier and a laffie was wanking aftray ; Clofe down in yon meadow, yon meadow brow? I heard the lafs cry, My apron now, My apron, deary, my apron now, My belly bears up my apron now, But I being a young tiling, was eafy to woo, Which maks me cry out, My apron now. O had I ta'en counfel o' father or mother, Or had I advifed \vP fitter or brother, -But I being a young thing, and eafy to woo, It makes me cry out, My apron now, My apron, deary, &c. Your apron, deary, I muft confefs, Seems fomething the (hotter, tho' naething the hits } j 12 SCOT.S SONG S. Then had your tongue, deary, and I will prove tru'e 5 And nae mair cry Out, Your apron now. Your apron deary, <bc Your belly, <&c. Then had. your tongue, £r<r, Auld Rob Morris. M I T H E R. AULD 'Hob Morris -that wins in yon glen, He's the king of good fallows, and wale of auld men.