The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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IN YON GARDEN.
Tune—/;? yon garden Jine and gay.
In yon garden fine and gay.
Picking lilies a' the day.
Gathering flowers o' ilka hue,
; ;
I wistna then what love could do.
Where love is planted there it grows ;
It buds and blows like any rose
It has a sweet and pleasant smell
No flower on earth can it excel.
I put my hand into the bush,
And thought the sweetest rose to find
But pricked my finger to the bone.
And left the sweetest rose behind.*
FAIRLY SHOT O' HER.
Tune—Fairly shot o' her.
O GIN I were fairly shot o' her
Fairly, fairly, fairly shot o' her
O gin I were fairly shot o' her
!
!
; ; :
If she were dead, I wad dance on the top o' her I
Till we were married, I couldna see licht till her
For a month after, a' thing aye gaed richt wi' her
But these ten years I hae prayed for a wright to her-^
O gin I were fairly shot o' her I
* From Johnson's Musical Museum, Voli VIi 1803.