The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
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416 THE CARLE HE CAM OWER THE CRAFT. Tune— The Carle he cam ower the Craft. The carle he cam ower the craft, Wi' his beard new- shaven ; ; — He looked at me as he'd been daft, The carle trowed that I wad hae him. Hout awa I I winna hae him ! Na, forsooth, I winna hae him ! For a' his beard new-shaven, Ne'er a bit o' me will hae him. A siller brooch he gae me neist, To fasten on my cmxhie nookit I wore 't a wee upon my breist. But soon, alake ! the tongue o't crookit And sae may his ; I winna hae him ! Na, forsooth, I winna hae him ! Twice-a-bairn's a lassie's jest Sae ony fool for me may hae him. The carle has nae fault but ane ; For he has land and dollars plenty But, wae's me for him, skin and bane Is no for a plump lass of twenty. Hout awa, I winna hae him ! Na, forsooth, I winna hae him ! What signifies his dirty riggs, And cash, without a man wi' them ? But should my cankert daddie gar Me tak him 'gainst my inclination, I warn the fumbler to beware That antlers dinna claim their station. Hout awa ! I winna hae him ! Na, forsooth, I winna hae him ! ; ; ;
417 I'm fleyed to crack the holy band, Sae lawty says, I should na hae him.* THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY.f DAVID MALLET. Tune— The Birks of Invcrmay. The smiling mora, the breathing spring, Invite the tunefu' birds to sing ; And, while they warble from the spray, Love melts the universal lay. Let us, Amanda, timely wise, Like them, improve the hour that flies ; And in soft raptures waste the day, Among the birks of Invermay. For soon the winter of the year, And age, life's winter, will appear ; At this thy living bloom will fade, As that will strip the verdant shade. Our taste of pleasure then is o'er, The feather'd songsters are no more ; And when they drop, and we decay. Adieu the birks of Invermay ! * From the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. t Invermay is a small woody glen, watered by the rivulet May, which there joins the river Earn. It is about five miles above the bridge of Earn, and nearly nine from Perth. The seat of Mr Belsches, the proprietor of this poetical region, and who takes from it his territorial designation, stands at the bottom of the glen. Both sides of the little vale are completely wooded, chiefly with birches ; and it is altogether, in point of natural loveliness, a scene worthy of the attention of the amatory muse. The course of the May is so sunk among rocks, that it cannot be seen, but it can easily be traced in its progress by another sense. The peculiar sound which it makes in rushing through one particular part of its narrow, rugged, and tortuous channel, has occasioned the descriptive appellation of the Humble- Bumble to be attached to that quarter of the vale. Invermay may be at once and correctly described as the fairest possible little miniature specimen of cascade scenery. The song appeared in the 4th volume of the Tea-Table Miscellany.
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416<br />
THE CARLE HE CAM OWER THE CRAFT.<br />
Tune— <strong>The</strong> Carle he cam ower the Craft.<br />
<strong>The</strong> carle he cam ower the craft,<br />
Wi' his beard new- shaven ;<br />
; —<br />
He looked at me as he'd been daft,<br />
<strong>The</strong> carle trowed that I wad hae him.<br />
Hout awa I I winna hae him !<br />
Na, forsooth, I winna hae him !<br />
For a' his beard new-shaven,<br />
Ne'er a bit o' me will hae him.<br />
A siller brooch he gae me neist,<br />
To fasten on my cmxhie nookit<br />
I wore 't a wee upon my breist.<br />
But soon, alake ! the tongue o't crookit<br />
And sae may his ; I winna hae him !<br />
Na, forsooth, I winna hae him !<br />
Twice-a-bairn's a lassie's jest<br />
Sae ony fool for me may hae him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> carle has nae fault but ane ;<br />
For he has land and dollars plenty<br />
But, wae's me for him, skin and bane<br />
Is no for a plump lass <strong>of</strong> twenty.<br />
Hout awa, I winna hae him !<br />
Na, forsooth, I winna hae him !<br />
What signifies his dirty riggs,<br />
And cash, without a man wi' them ?<br />
But should my cankert daddie gar<br />
Me tak him 'gainst my inclination,<br />
I warn the fumbler to beware<br />
That antlers dinna claim their station.<br />
Hout awa ! I winna hae him !<br />
Na, forsooth, I winna hae him !<br />
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