with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
154 : ; ; O baud your tongue, the bishop says, And wi' your pleading let me be ; For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat^ Hughie Graham this day shall die. Up then bespake the fair Whitefoord, As she sat by the bishop's knee Five hundred white pence I'll gie you^ If ye'll gie Hughie Graham to me. O baud your tongue now lady fair, And wi' your pleading let it be Altho' ten Grahams were in his coat, Its for my honor he maun die. They've ta'en him to the gallows knowe^ He looked to the gallows tree. Yet never colour left his cheek. Nor ever did he blink his ee. At length he looked round about. To see whatever he could spy And there he saw his auld father, And he was weeping bitterly. O baud your tongue, my father dear, And wi' your weeping let it be ; Thy weeping's sairer on my heart, Than a' that they can do to me.
155 And ye may gie my brother John, My sword that's bent in the middle clear, And let him come at twelve o'clock, And see me pay the bishop's mare. And ye may gie my brother James My sword that's bent in the middle brown, And bid him come at four o'clock. And see his brother Hugh cut down. Remember me to Maggy my wife. The neist time ye gang o'er the moor, Tell her she staw the bishop's mare. Tell her she was the bishop's whore. And ye may tell my kith and kin, I never did disgrace their blood And when they meet the bishop's cloak;. To mak it shorter by the hood. ;
- Page 360 and 361: 104 I LOVE MY JEAN. This air is by
- Page 362 and 363: 106 I hear her in the tunefu' birds
- Page 364 and 365: 108 And ay 1 muse and sing thy name
- Page 366 and 367: no His coat is the hue of his bonne
- Page 368 and 369: 1 1£ MY heart's in the HIGHLANDS,
- Page 370 and 371: 114 THE SHEPHERDS PREFERENCEo This
- Page 372 and 373: 116 The scenes where wretched fancy
- Page 374 and 375: 118 tULLOCHGORUM. This, first of so
- Page 376 and 377: 120 They're dowf and dowie at the b
- Page 378 and 379: im JOHN O BADENYON, This excellent
- Page 380 and 381: I hy'd me home, and tun'd my pipe T
- Page 382 and 383: Youll meet displeasure every where
- Page 384 and 385: 128 We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,
- Page 386 and 387: 130 COCKFEN. O, when she came ben s
- Page 388 and 389: 1S2 And a' the day to sit in dool.
- Page 390 and 391: J34 LADIE MARY ANN. O Lady Mary Ann
- Page 392 and 393: 136 It is the moon, I ken her horn,
- Page 394 and 395: 138 With sword and terge into their
- Page 396 and 397: 140 The solemn league and covenant
- Page 398 and 399: I never needed tar nor keil To mark
- Page 400 and 401: 144 I never met wi' sic a tum, As t
- Page 402 and 403: 146 CRAIGIE-BURN WOOD. Sweet closes
- Page 404 and 405: 148 Brightest climes shall mirk app
- Page 406 and 407: 150 When we had three times toom'd
- Page 408 and 409: u^ HUGHIE GRAHAM. Our lords are to
- Page 412 and 413: 156 THE BONNY ERLE OF MURRAY. The l
- Page 414 and 415: 15S ; ; But blinks o' her beauty, a
- Page 416 and 417: 160 Your proffer o' luve's an airle
- Page 418 and 419: 16^ The church is in ruins, the sta
- Page 420 and 421: 164 " O welcome, most kindly," the
- Page 422 and 423: 166 I DO CONFESS THOU ART SAE FAIR.
- Page 424 and 425: 168 THE SOGER LADDIE. The first ver
- Page 426 and 427: 170 A bonie bonie lassie she was, A
- Page 428 and 429: 172 A gleib o' Ian', a claut o' gea
- Page 430 and 431: 174 O ER THE MOOR AMANO THE HEATHER
- Page 432 and 433: 176 While thus we lay she sang a sa
- Page 434 and 435: 178 If ruthless Li^ pass this M^ay,
- Page 436 and 437: 180 She is not the fairest, altho'
- Page 438 and 439: 18£ EPPIE m'NAB. The old song, wit
- Page 440 and 441: 184 THOU ART GANE AWA. This tune is
- Page 442 and 443: 186 No cold approach, no alter'd mi
- Page 444 and 445: 188 were composed to commemorate th
- Page 446 and 447: 190 LUCKY NANSIE. While fops in sof
- Page 448 and 449: 127 Hear then my charitable vow, De
- Page 450 and 451: 194 The following original Letter o
- Page 452 and 453: 196 FRAGMENTS. Tune — Willie's Ra
- Page 454 and 455: 198 She's ta'en three links of her
- Page 456 and 457: 200 But he set her on a coal-black
- Page 458 and 459: 202 BONNIE DUNDEE.* whare gat ye th
154<br />
: ; ;<br />
O baud your tongue, the bishop says,<br />
And wi' your pleading let me be ;<br />
For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat^<br />
Hughie Graham this day shall die.<br />
Up then bespake the fair Whitefoord,<br />
As she sat <strong>by</strong> the bishop's knee<br />
Five hundred white pence I'll gie you^<br />
If ye'll gie Hughie Graham to me.<br />
O baud your tongue now lady fair,<br />
And wi' your pleading let it be<br />
Altho' ten Grahams were in his coat,<br />
Its for my honor he maun die.<br />
They've ta'en him to the gallows knowe^<br />
He looked to the gallows tree.<br />
Yet never colour left his cheek.<br />
Nor ever did he blink his ee.<br />
At length he looked round about.<br />
To see whatever he could spy<br />
And there he saw his auld father,<br />
And he was weeping bitterly.<br />
O baud your tongue, my father dear,<br />
And wi' your weeping let it be ;<br />
Thy weeping's sairer on my heart,<br />
Than a' that they can do to me.