The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
313 THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE. BURNS. Tune—Fee him, Father. Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever ; Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever. Aften hast thou vow'd that death Only should us sever Now thou'st left thy lass for aye I maun see thee never, Jamie, I'll see thee never. Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken ; Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken. Thou canst love another jo. While my heart is breaking : Soon my weary een I'll close. Never more to waken, Jamie, Never more to waken.* * " I enclose you," says Bums to Mr Thomson, [Correspondence, No. XLII.] " Frazer's set of « Fee him, father.' When he plays it slow, he makes it, in fact, the language of despair. I shall here give you two stanzas in that style, merely to try if it will be any improvement. Were it possible, in singing, to give it half the pathos which Frazer gives it in playing, it would make an admirable pathetic song. I do not give these verses for any merit they have. I composed them at the time Patie Allan's mother died ; that was about the back of midnight ; and by the lee-side of a bowl of punch, which had overset every mortal in company, except the hautbois and the muse." The editor of this work had the pleasure of hearing Mr Frazer play " Fee him; father," in the exquisite style above described, at his benefit in the Theatre-Royal, Edinburgh, 1822. After having for many years occupied the station of hautbois-player, in the orchestra of that place of amusement, he died in 1825, with the character of having been the very best performer on this difficult, but beautiful instrument, of his time, in Scotland.
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313<br />
THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE.<br />
BURNS.<br />
Tune—Fee him, Father.<br />
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,<br />
Thou hast left me ever ;<br />
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,<br />
Thou hast left me ever.<br />
Aften hast thou vow'd that death<br />
Only should us sever<br />
Now thou'st left thy lass for aye<br />
I maun see thee never, Jamie,<br />
I'll see thee never.<br />
Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie,<br />
Thou hast me forsaken ;<br />
Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie,<br />
Thou hast me forsaken.<br />
Thou canst love another jo.<br />
While my heart is breaking :<br />
Soon my weary een I'll close.<br />
Never more to waken, Jamie,<br />
Never more to waken.*<br />
* " I enclose you," says Bums to Mr Thomson, [Correspondence, No.<br />
XLII.] " Frazer's set <strong>of</strong> « Fee him, father.' When he plays it slow, he makes<br />
it, in fact, the language <strong>of</strong> despair. I shall here give you two stanzas in<br />
that style, merely to try if it will be any improvement. Were it possible,<br />
in singing, to give it half the pathos which Frazer gives it in playing, it<br />
would make an admirable pathetic song. I do not give these verses for any<br />
merit they have. I composed them at the time Patie Allan's mother died ;<br />
that was about the back <strong>of</strong> midnight ; and by the lee-side <strong>of</strong> a bowl <strong>of</strong> punch,<br />
which had overset every mortal in company, except the hautbois and the<br />
muse."<br />
<strong>The</strong> editor <strong>of</strong> this work had the pleasure <strong>of</strong> hearing Mr Frazer play " Fee<br />
him; father," in the exquisite style above described, at his benefit in the<br />
<strong>The</strong>atre-Royal, Edinburgh, 1822. After having for many years occupied<br />
the station <strong>of</strong> hautbois-player, in the orchestra <strong>of</strong> that place <strong>of</strong> amusement,<br />
he died in 1825, with the character <strong>of</strong> having been the very best performer<br />
on this difficult, but beautiful instrument, <strong>of</strong> his time, in <strong>Scotland</strong>.