The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
578 And Katie never did repent That she gaed hame to Gowrie. For routh o' bonnie bairns had she Mair strappin lads ye wadna see And her braw lasses bore the gree Frae a' the rest o' Gowrie. AE HAPPY HOUR. LAING. ; Tune— r/ie Cock Laird. The dark gray o' gloami% The lone leafy shaw, The coo o' the cushat. The scent o' the haw. The brae o' the burnie, A' blumin in flouir, And twa faithfu' lovers, Mak ae happy hour. A kind winsome wifie, A clean can tie hame, And smiling sweet babies, To lisp the dear name ; Wi' plenty o' labour, And health to endure, Make time to row round ay The ae happy hour. Ye lost to affection. Whom avarice can move To woo and to marry For a' thing but love ; ;
679 Awa wi' your soitows, Awa wi' your store, Ye ken na the pleasure O' ae happy hour I ; : O WHERE ARE YOU GOING, SWEET ROBIN? WHERE are you going, sweet Robin ? What makes you sae proud and sae shy ? 1 once saw the day, little Robin, My friendship you would not deny. But winter again is returning, And weather both stormy and snell Gin ye will come back, little Robin, I'll feed ye wi' moulins* mysell. When summer comes in, little Robin Forgets all his friends and his care Away to the fields flies sweet Robin, To wander the groves here and there. Though you be my debtor, sweet Robin, On you I will never lay blame ; For Tve had as dear friends as Robin, Who often have served me the same. I once had a lover like Robin, Who long for my love did implore At last he took flight, just like Robin, And him I ne'er saw any more. But should the stern blast of misfortune Return him, as winter does thee. Though slighted by both, little Robin, Yet both of your faults I'll forgie.f * Crumbs. t This fine sentimental song is copied from an anonymous sheet of mu- ic. It may be sung to the tune of The Ewe-bughts.
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578<br />
And Katie never did repent<br />
That she gaed hame to Gowrie.<br />
For routh o' bonnie bairns had she<br />
Mair strappin lads ye wadna see<br />
And her braw lasses bore the gree<br />
Frae a' the rest o' Gowrie.<br />
AE HAPPY HOUR.<br />
LAING.<br />
;<br />
Tune— r/ie Cock Laird.<br />
<strong>The</strong> dark gray o' gloami%<br />
<strong>The</strong> lone leafy shaw,<br />
<strong>The</strong> coo o' the cushat.<br />
<strong>The</strong> scent o' the haw.<br />
<strong>The</strong> brae o' the burnie,<br />
A' blumin in flouir,<br />
And twa faithfu' lovers,<br />
Mak ae happy hour.<br />
A kind winsome wifie,<br />
A clean can tie hame,<br />
And smiling sweet babies,<br />
To lisp the dear name ;<br />
Wi' plenty o' labour,<br />
And health to endure,<br />
Make time to row round ay<br />
<strong>The</strong> ae happy hour.<br />
Ye lost to affection.<br />
Whom avarice can move<br />
To woo and to marry<br />
For a' thing but love<br />
;<br />
;