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594 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.
595 : : : Nane o' her relations or friends could stay wi' her': The neebours and bairns are fain to flee \rae her And I my ain sell am forced to gie way till her Oh gin I were fairly shot o' her She gangs aye sae braw, she's sae muckle pride in her There's no a gudewife in the haill country-side like her Wi' dress and wi' drink, the deil wadna bide wi' her Oh gin I were fairly shot o' her I If the time were but come that to the kirk-gate wi' her, And into the yird I'd mak mysell quit o' her, I'd then be as blythe as first when I met wi' her Oh gin I were fairly shot o' her I * GUDE ALE COMES. BURNS. Tune— The happy Farmer. GUDE ale comes, and gude ale goes Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and paAvn my shoon Gude ale keeps my heart aboon. ! ; ; : 1 had sax owsen in a pleuch, And they drew teuch and weel eneuch I drank them a' just ane by ane Gude ale keeps my heart aboon. Gude ale bauds me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi' the servant hizzie, * From Johnson's Musical Museum. Vol. VI. 180S. ; : ;
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Nane o' her relations or friends could stay wi' her':<br />
<strong>The</strong> neebours and bairns are fain to flee \rae her<br />
And I my ain sell am forced to gie way till her<br />
Oh gin I were fairly shot o' her<br />
She gangs aye sae braw, she's sae muckle pride in her<br />
<strong>The</strong>re's no a gudewife in the haill country-side like her<br />
Wi' dress and wi' drink, the deil wadna bide wi' her<br />
Oh gin I were fairly shot o' her I<br />
If the time were but come that to the kirk-gate wi' her,<br />
And into the yird I'd mak mysell quit o' her,<br />
I'd then be as blythe as first when I met wi' her<br />
Oh gin I were fairly shot o' her I *<br />
GUDE ALE COMES.<br />
BURNS.<br />
Tune— <strong>The</strong> happy Farmer.<br />
GUDE ale comes, and gude ale goes<br />
Gude ale gars me sell my hose,<br />
Sell my hose, and paAvn my shoon<br />
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.<br />
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1 had sax owsen in a pleuch,<br />
And they drew teuch and weel eneuch<br />
I drank them a' just ane by ane<br />
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.<br />
Gude ale bauds me bare and busy,<br />
Gars me moop wi' the servant hizzie,<br />
* From Johnson's Musical Museum. Vol. VI. 180S.<br />
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