The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
634 THE FLOWER O' DUNBLANE. TANNAHILL. Tune— The flower of Dunblane.* ; ; ; The sun has gane down on the lofty Ben Lomond, And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene, While lonely I stray, in the calm summer gloarain, To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane. How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft fauldin blossom I And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle o' green Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom. Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane. She's modest as onie, and blythe as she's bonnie For guileless simplicity marks her its ain And far be the villain, divested o' feeling, Wha'd blight in its bloom the sweet flower o' Dunblane. Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy sang to the e'ening, Thou'rt dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning, Is charming young Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane. How lost were my days till I met wi' my Jessie ! The sports o' the city seemed foolish and vain I ne'er saw a nymph I could ca' my dear lassie. Till charmed wi' sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dun- blane. Though mine were the station o' loftiest grandeur. Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain. And reckon as naething the height o' its splendour. If wanting sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane. * This air, certainly one of the most successful of all modern imitations of the ancient Scottish melody, was the composition of Tannahill's friend, the late Mr R. A. Smith. ;
635 BY JOVE Tune— When she cam hen she lohhit. Come, fill me a bumper, my brave jolly boys Let's have no more female impert'nence and noise ; For IVe tried the endearments and pleasures of love, And I find they're but nonsense and whimsies, by Jove I When, first of all, Betty and I were acquaint, I whined like a fool, and she sighed like a saint But 1 found her religion, her face, and her love. Were hypocrisy, paint, and self-interest, by Jove ! ; ; : ! : Sweet Cecil came next, with her languishing air; Her outside was orderly, modest, and fair • But her soul was sophisticate ; so was her love ; For I found she was only a strumpet, by Jove I Little double-gilt Jenny's gold charmed me at last You know marriage and money together do best. But the baggage, forgetting her vows and her love. Gave her gold to a sniv'ling dull coxcomb, by Jove ! Come fill me a bumper, then, jolly brave boys ; Here's a farewell to impert'nence and noise I know few of the sex that are worthy my love And, for strumpets and jilts, I abhor them, by Jove !* * From the Tea-Table Miscellany, where it is marked by the signature L ; the initial, no doubt, of one of the ingenious young gentlemen who favoured Ramsay with new songs to the old Scottish airs. It is very probable that Lauder was the person meant—William Lauder, originally a schoolmaster at Dalkeith, but who afterwards distinguished himself in the literary world, by pretending to have detected Milton in stealing the plot of his Paradise Lost from an old Italian author. See Chalmers's Life ofRvd- " diman. :
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635<br />
BY JOVE<br />
Tune— When she cam hen she lohhit.<br />
Come, fill me a bumper, my brave jolly boys<br />
Let's have no more female impert'nence and noise ;<br />
For IVe tried the endearments and pleasures <strong>of</strong> love,<br />
And I find they're but nonsense and whimsies, by Jove I<br />
When, first <strong>of</strong> all, Betty and I were acquaint,<br />
I whined like a fool, and she sighed like a saint<br />
But 1 found her religion, her face, and her love.<br />
Were hypocrisy, paint, and self-interest, by Jove<br />
!<br />
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; : ! :<br />
Sweet Cecil came next, with her languishing air;<br />
Her outside was orderly, modest, and fair •<br />
But her soul was sophisticate ; so was her love ;<br />
For I found she was only a strumpet, by Jove I<br />
Little double-gilt Jenny's gold charmed me at last<br />
You know marriage and money together do best.<br />
But the baggage, forgetting her vows and her love.<br />
Gave her gold to a sniv'ling dull coxcomb, by Jove !<br />
Come fill me a bumper, then, jolly brave boys ;<br />
Here's a farewell to impert'nence and noise<br />
I know few <strong>of</strong> the sex that are worthy my love<br />
And, for strumpets and jilts, I abhor them, by Jove !*<br />
* From the Tea-Table Miscellany, where it is marked by the signature<br />
L ; the initial, no doubt, <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> the ingenious young gentlemen who favoured<br />
Ramsay with new <strong>songs</strong> to the old <strong>Scottish</strong> airs. It is very probable<br />
that Lauder was the person meant—William Lauder, originally a schoolmaster<br />
at Dalkeith, but who afterwards distinguished himself in the literary<br />
world, by pretending to have detected Milton in stealing the plot <strong>of</strong><br />
his Paradise Lost from an old Italian author. See Chalmers's Life <strong>of</strong>Rvd-<br />
"<br />
diman.<br />
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