The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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You'll see the bullets fly,
And the soldiers how they die,
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And the ladies loudly cry, my Mall}, !
MY HEART'S MY A IN.
'Tis nae very lang sinsyne,
That I had a lad o' my ain :
But now he's awa to another,
And left me a' my lane.
The lass he's courting has siller,
And I hae nane at a'
And 'tis nocht but the love o' the tocher
That's taen my lad awa.
But I'm blythe that my heart's my ain
And I'll keep it a' my life,
Until that I meet wi' a lad
Wha has sense to wale a good wife.
For though I say't mysell.
That shouldna say't, 'tis true,-j-
The lad that gets me for a wife.
He'll hae nae occasion to rue.
I gang aye fou clean and fou toshjij:
As a' the neebours can tell
Though I've seldom a goun on my back,
But sic as I spin mysell.
But when I am clad in my curtsey,
I think mysell as braw
* From Herd's Collection, 1776. It seems probable, however, that the
song was written during some of the Continental wars, at an earlier period
in the century,
t 'I Though I say't mysell, that shoulclnrt say't," is a very common expression
in Scotland, when one is obliged, by the current of conversation,
to say any thing in his own fa\'0ur.
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