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504 I gat it frae a young brisk sodger laddie, Between St Johnston and bonnie Dundee. O, gin I saw the laddie that gae me 't Aft has he dandled me upon his knee ; May heaven protect my bonnie Scots laddie, And send him safe hame to his baby and me. My blessings upon thy sweet wee lippie ! My blessings upon thy bonnie ee-bree ! Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie, Thou's aye be the dearer and dearer to me ! But I'll bigg a bowir on yon bonnie banks, Where Tay rins wimpling bye sae clear ; And I'll cleid thee in the tartan sae fine. And mak' thee a man like thy daddie sae dear.* JENNY'S BAWBEE. [earliest verses.] TvN'E—Jenny'' s Baxvlee. And a' that e'er my Jenny had, My Jenny had, my Jenny had And a' that e'er my Jenny had, Was ae bawbee. There's your plack, and ray plack, And your plack, and my plack. And my plack and your plack, And Jenny's bawbee. We'll put it a' in the pint-stoup, The pint-stoup, the pint-stoup, We'll put it in the pint-stoup. And birle 't a' three.f * The second verse of this song is by Burns. The first is old. t From Herd's Collection, 1776. ! ;
505 THE JOLLY MILLER. TuNE—TAe Miller of Dee, There was a jolly miller once Lived on the river Dee; He wrought and sung from morn till night, No lark more blythe than he. And this the burden of his song For ever used to be ; I care for nobody, no, not I, If nobody cares for me. And this, &c. When spring began its merry career, O, then his heart was gay ; He feared not summer's sultry heat, Nor winter's cold decay. No foresight marred the miller's cheer, Who oft did sing and say, Let others live from year to year, I'll live from day to day. No foresight, &c. Then, like this miller, bold and free. Let us be glad and sing ; The days of youth are made for glee, And life is on the wing. The song shall pass from me to you, Around this jovial ring. Let heart, and hand, and voice agree And so, God save our king.* The song, &c. * From an old MS. copy. The song seems to have been first printed in Herd's Collection, 1776. 2u :
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504<br />
I gat it frae a young brisk sodger laddie,<br />
Between St Johnston and bonnie Dundee.<br />
O, gin I saw the laddie that gae me 't<br />
Aft has he dandled me upon his knee ;<br />
May heaven protect my bonnie Scots laddie,<br />
And send him safe hame to his baby and me.<br />
My blessings upon thy sweet wee lippie !<br />
My blessings upon thy bonnie ee-bree !<br />
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,<br />
Thou's aye be the dearer and dearer to me !<br />
But I'll bigg a bowir on yon bonnie banks,<br />
Where Tay rins wimpling bye sae clear ;<br />
And I'll cleid thee in the tartan sae fine.<br />
And mak' thee a man like thy daddie sae dear.*<br />
JENNY'S BAWBEE.<br />
[earliest verses.]<br />
TvN'E—Jenny'' s Baxvlee.<br />
And a' that e'er my Jenny had,<br />
My Jenny had, my Jenny had<br />
And a' that e'er my Jenny had,<br />
Was ae bawbee.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re's your plack, and ray plack,<br />
And your plack, and my plack.<br />
And my plack and your plack,<br />
And Jenny's bawbee.<br />
We'll put it a' in the pint-stoup,<br />
<strong>The</strong> pint-stoup, the pint-stoup,<br />
We'll put it in the pint-stoup.<br />
And birle 't a' three.f<br />
* <strong>The</strong> second verse <strong>of</strong> this song is by Burns. <strong>The</strong> first is old.<br />
t From Herd's Collection, 1776.<br />
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