O R IG IN AL SO N G S . R O B E R T G I LFI LL AN . $72 E DINBU RGH U B LI S H E D B Y JO HN AND E RS O J U N . P N , 55 N O R T H B I D , R G E ; W H I T T A KE R T R E A H E R A N O O , C D CO . L N D N A N D JA M E S B U R N E 'I' LE , I T H . 1 83 1 . ALLAN UN H E S . C NING AM , ! AS A H U MB L E T R I B U T E OF T M A N D FOR H I S ‘VOR TH A M AN E S E E RESPECT AS , A N D H I S T L N T P T A E S AS A OE , TH IS VOLUME S ' ‘ I , \Vl l H H I S P E R M LS S I ON , I N S C R I B E D B Y TH E AUTH O R . P R E FA C E . TH AT the obtrusion on the public of thi s little Volume ON will I of S GS be deemed an act of temerity , am pre ' e I I pared to exp ct and am also prepared , if am not much mistaken , to bear, w ith all patience and humility , the animadversion s to w hich that temeri ty may subject s fi I me perfectly sati ed as am that , i n general , every th f justice w ill be done me, and at if my humble e forts a t s t Song pos ess any merit , hat merit w ill be readily . t ackno w ledged If, on the contrary , hey are found I I w anting, shall , trust , derive a lesson from the issue , w hich w ill be useful to me hereafter ! thus I conceive t I tha , i n either event , shall not be altogether a loser . I t I o is customary , believe , w ith aspirants in p etry to apologize for the intrusion of their lucubrations on the public , Ob e d b hu n e r o r re u e st o f r e n ds . lig y g , q f i s I a ff For my elf, have neither of these pologies to o er, I o r nor any other, fear, that w uld be conside ed sati sfac — tony Some of my S ongs m e t w i th the a pprobation of a viii P R E FAC E . of pretty numerous circle acquaintance . Encouraged by this li mited and partial success to hope that this gra tifica tion I might be a little extended, have ventured on the some w hat hazardous step w hich has rendered these introductory lines necessary and this is all I have to offer in extenuation of my hardihood . R TAN It may be thought that the names of BU NS, of N AH I LL MAC N E I L L s , and of , as w ell as tho e of the living masters of Scottish Song, might have deterred me from t I o his attempt but beg it to be understo d, as it most i I certainly is my o w n feel ng on the subject, that enter the lists w ith no pretensions to the character of a com — petitor, but merely as a humble follo w er not as a n . belted k ight , but as a lo w ly squire t Had my education been better than it is, this li tle Work w ould probably have presented fe w er i n e le gan u o cies of lang age, and fe w er vi lations of grammar, than it no w exhibits . As the former, ho w ever, is a circum v I i n dul stance o er w hich had no control, some small gence on the latter points m ay possibly be granted me . R . G . LE H S P . 1 83 1 . IT , E T ORI GI N A L S O N GS . M R ’ A Y S BOWE R. ‘ S e t to a n or n a l me lo b P E T E R M LE ( ig i dy , y OD . ) ’ TH E bowe r mavis sings on Mary s , The lav ’ rock i n the sky ’ ’ ’ s An a is fair round Mary bo w er , An ’ a ’ aboon isjoy ! ’ ’ But sad s the gloom in Mary s bo w er , Though a ’ w ithout be gay to m om Nae music comes greet the , o Nae smile t glad the day . ’ M A R Y S B OWE R . ’ Her lover left young Mary s bo w er, His ship has crossed the main ; ’ ’ ’ There s w aefu ne w s in Mary s bo w er, ’ He ne er returns again . ’ ’ A n o breaki g heart s in Mary s b w er, A w asting form is there ’ e e The glance has left that sae blue, The rose that cheek sae fair . ’ The mavis flees frae Mary s bo w er, The lav ’ rock quits the sky ’ ’ ’ An simmer sighs o er Mary s bo w er, ’ For coming w inter s nigh . ’ ’ The sna w fa s w hite on Mary s bo w er, The tempests loudly rave ’ The flo w ers that bloomed round Mary s bo w e r No w w ither on her grave [ 3 ] ' TH E HAPPY DAY S 0 YOUTH . T U N E l a i n Cou n tr ie . ’ 0 ! 0 TH E happy days youth , Are fast gaun by ’ An age is coming on , ’ ’ Wi it s bleak w inter sky . An ’ w har shall w e shelter Frae its storms w hen they bla w ! ’ When the gladsome day s 0 youth Are flo w n a w a ’ They said that w isdom cam ’ W1 manhood s riper years , But naething did they tell ’ 0 its sorro w s and tears . ’ TH E H APPY D AY S 0 YOUTH . ’ ’ O I d gie a the w it , Wi t Gif ony be mine, For ae sunny morning ’ 0 bonnie langsyne . I canna do w but sigh , I canna do w but mourn , For the blythe happy days That never can return . When joy w as in the heart, ’ An love w as on the tongue, ’ An mirth on ilka face, For ilka face w as young . 0 ! the bonnie w aving broom , Whar aften w e did meet Wi ’ f its yello w lo w ers, that fell ’ Like go w d m an g ou r feet . ’ i ts The bird w ould stop sang, But only for a w e e i ts As w e gaed by nest , Near it s a im birk tree . ’ T H E H APP Y D A Y S 0 Y O UTH . ’ 0 O the sunny days youth, They couldna aye remain There w as o w er muckle joy , ’ An o w er little pain . fare w e e l Sae happy days , ’ ’ An fare we e l you thf u glee n m a s The you g y court your smile , ’ But ye re gane frae me . I t JM M I I I I M ' L G EN YALVE N BRAES . ( Wa i T T E N I N An GY LS H m E i N T H E S U M ME R or T U N E Log a n Wa te r . GLE N Y ALV E N wr th v alle s , y y green , ’ ou ki n An j burnies scarcely seen , ' ’ ’ A- li st n i n the s g to cuckoo sang, ’ I ve tint my heart thy braes amang . GL E N Y ALV E N B R AES . Thy mountain breezes saftly bla w , ’ ’ An s w eet s the flo w er in Y alv e n sha w Thy w oods are green , thy braes are fair , ’ ’ An a bonnie Highland lassie s there . i Ta v alloch Wand r ng doun y burn , ’ A n wi bon ie stream mony a turn, I met the maiden blushing young, ’ Wi Highland heart and Highland tongue . Wi ’ ’ I looks an sighs her did w oo, ’ a f u Though mute the tongue, the he rt w as ’ w But vain my sighs an silent vo s, She wouldn a leave her heathery kno w es . I ’ My La w land pipe sey d to play , To steal the lassie’ s heart a w ay But s w eetly she, in Highland sang l — wou dn a . Replied, She couldna gang She gave her hand, but kept her heart ’ An yet, w hen rising to depart , ’ ’ A tear upo her cheek had fa n, - Like de w drap on a rose ne w bla w n . G L E N Y A L V E N B RAES . f ’ Ta v alloch Y alv e n y burn , an braes , ’ Though still unsung in bardie s lays , ’ Ye re dear, O dearer far to me, ’ ’ 0 D e e . Than Braes o Doon , or Banks ’ Adieu thou land of hill an glen , Of lovely and gallant men ! ’maids on In gazing the fairest she , ’ — I ve tint my peace m y heart in thee WHY TARRIES M Y TRUE LOVE ! T U N E R obi n A da i r .