The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
508 '^^ Nae hame have I," the minstrel said ; " Sad party-strife owerturned my ha' And, weeping, at the close o' life, : ; ; ; : I wander through a wreath o' snaw." " Wae's me, auld carle ! sad is your tale Your scrip is toom, your claithing thin Mine's no the hand to steek the door, When want and wae wad fain be in." Wi' tottering step he reached the spence, Whar sune the ingle bleezed fu hie The auld man thought himsell at hame, While the tear stood twinkling in his ee. He took his pipes, and played a spring But, oh, it was a strain of woe It spoke of Scotland's chiefs and king, And wailed a nation's overthrow.* LASSIE, LIE NEAR ME. DR BLACKLOCK. Tune—Laddie^ lie near me. Lang hae we parted been. Lassie, my dearie Now we are met again, Lassie, lie near me. * The first three and a hrlf stanzas of this poem were published, as a fragment, in Johnson's Musical Museum, Part IV, 1792; having been sent to the editor of that work in an anonymous letter, which bore, however, the Newcastle post-mark. They were at first attributed to Burns, but were afterwards discovered to be the composition of William Pickering, a poor North of England poet, who never wrote any thing else of the least merit. The additional Imes have been presented to the editor of this work by their author, Captain Charles Gray, of the Royal Marines, author of the lively drinking song to the tune of " Andre and his Cutty Gun," inserted in another part of this collection. ; ;
309 Neai* me, near me, Lassie, lie near me, Lang hast thou lain thy lane Lassie, lie near me. A' that I hae endured, Lassie, my dearie. Here in thy arms is cured THOU'RT GANE AWA. Tune—Hand awafrae 7ue, Donald. ; : ; : ; : ; Thou'rt gane awa, thou'rt gane awa, Thou'rt gane awa frae me, Mary Nor friends nor I could mak thee stay Thou hast cheated them and me, Mary. Until this hour I never thought That ought would alter thee, Mary Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart, Think what thou wilt of me, Mary. Whate'er he said or might pretend, That staw that heart o' thine, Mary, True love, I'm sure, was ne'er his end, Or nae sic love as mine, Mary. I spake sincere, nor flattered much, Nae selfish thoughts in me, Mary Ambition, wealth, nor naething such No, I loved only thee, Mary. Though you've been false, yet, while I live, ril loe nae maid but thee, Mary. « From Johnson's Musical Museum, Part III, 1790. 2u2
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- Page 186 and 187: ; ; 486 The lassie blush'd^ and fro
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- Page 228 and 229: 528 WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE? BURNS.
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- Page 234 and 235: 534 I will wash my ploughman's hose
- Page 236 and 237: 536 And bring an angel pen to write
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309<br />
Neai* me, near me,<br />
Lassie, lie near me,<br />
Lang hast thou lain thy lane<br />
Lassie, lie near me.<br />
A' that I hae endured,<br />
Lassie, my dearie.<br />
Here in thy arms is cured<br />
THOU'RT GANE AWA.<br />
Tune—Hand awafrae 7ue, Donald.<br />
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: ; : ; : ;<br />
Thou'rt gane awa, thou'rt gane awa,<br />
Thou'rt gane awa frae me, Mary<br />
Nor friends nor I could mak thee stay<br />
Thou hast cheated them and me, Mary.<br />
Until this hour I never thought<br />
That ought would alter thee, Mary<br />
Thou'rt still the mistress <strong>of</strong> my heart,<br />
Think what thou wilt <strong>of</strong> me, Mary.<br />
Whate'er he said or might pretend,<br />
That staw that heart o' thine, Mary,<br />
True love, I'm sure, was ne'er his end,<br />
Or nae sic love as mine, Mary.<br />
I spake sincere, nor flattered much,<br />
Nae selfish thoughts in me, Mary<br />
Ambition, wealth, nor naething such<br />
No, I loved only thee, Mary.<br />
Though you've been false, yet, while I live,<br />
ril loe nae maid but thee, Mary.<br />
« From Johnson's Musical Museum, Part III, 1790.<br />
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