The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

526
Though I can baith get wine and ale,
And find my head and fingers hale,
I'll be content, though legs should fail.
To play farewell to whisky, O.
But still I think on auld lang syne.
When Paradise our friends did tyne,
Because something ran in their mind,
Forbid like Highland whisky, O,
Come, a' ye powers o' music, come
I find my heart grows unco glum ;
My fiddle-strings will no play bum,
To say, Fareweel to whisky, O.
Yet I'll take my fiddle in my hand,
And screw the pegs up while they'll stand,
To make a lamentation grand,
On gude auld Highland whisky, O.
THE LAMMIE.
HECTOR MACNEILL.
Tune— JVhar hae ye leen a' day.
Whar hae ye been a' day,
My boy Tammy ?
I've been by burn and flow'ry brae,
Meadow green and mountain grey,
Courting o' this young thing,
Just come frae her mammy.
And whar gat ye that young thing,
My boy Tammy ?
I got her down in yonder howe,
Smiling on a bonny knowe,
Herding ae wee lamb and ewe,
For her poor mammy.
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