The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
638 Wi' sneerin behind and before him, For sic is the mettle o' brutes, Puir Wattie, and waes me for him, Was fain to gang hame in his boots. Now it was late in the e'ening, And boughting-time was drawing near The lasses had stanched their greening Wi' fouth o' braw apples and beer. There was Lillie, and Tibbie, and Sibbie, And Ceicy on the spinnle could spin, Stood glowrin at signs and glass winnocks, But deil a ane bade them come in. Gude guide us ! saw ye ever the like o't ? See, yonder's a bonnie black swan ; It glow'rs as it wad fain be at us What's yon that it bauds in its hand ? Awa', daft gowk, cries Wattie, They're a' but a ruckle o' sticks ; See, there is Bill-Jock and auld Hawkie, And yonder's Mess John and auld Nick. Quoth Maggie, come buy us our fairin' And Wattie richt sleely could tell, I think thou'rt the flower o' the clachan, In trowth, now, I'se gie thee mysell. But wha wad ha' e'er thocht it o' him, That e'er he had rippled the lint ? Sae proud was he o' his Maggie, Though she was baith scaulie and squint.* * From Herd's Collection, 1776. ; ; — ;
659 SONG.* Tvsn-^Bessy Bell and Mary Gray. Forgive me if I thought your looks Did once some change discover To be too jealous is the fault Of every faithful lover. My looks that keen resentment show, Which you blame so severely Assign, alas, you little know What 'tis to love sincerely. The torments of a long despair I could in silence smother But 'tis a thing I cannot bear, To think you love another. My fate depends alone on you ; ; ; ; ; I am but what you make rae Divinely blest if you prove true, Undone if you forsake me. SONG IN BURLESQUE OF PRINCE CHARLES's MANIFESTO. MRS COCKBURN. Tune— Clout the Caldron. Have you any laws to mend ? Or have you any grievance ? * This song, and the six songs and eight fragments which follow, are from a manuscript collection, made, during the decade of 1770-80, by a lady residing at Edinburgh. I am only permitted to mention that the compiler was an intimate friend of Mrs Catherine Cockburn, author of the later set of words to the tune of " the Flowers of the Forest," and of the burlesque en the Voung Chevalier's Declaration, which immediately follows.
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659<br />
SONG.*<br />
Tvsn-^Bessy Bell and Mary Gray.<br />
Forgive me if I thought your looks<br />
Did once some change discover<br />
To be too jealous is the fault<br />
Of every faithful lover.<br />
My looks that keen resentment show,<br />
Which you blame so severely<br />
Assign, alas, you little know<br />
What 'tis to love sincerely.<br />
<strong>The</strong> torments <strong>of</strong> a long despair<br />
I could in silence smother<br />
But 'tis a thing I cannot bear,<br />
To think you love another.<br />
My fate depends alone on you<br />
; ; ; ; ;<br />
I am but what you make rae<br />
Divinely blest if you prove true,<br />
Undone if you forsake me.<br />
SONG<br />
IN BURLESQUE OF PRINCE CHARLES's MANIFESTO.<br />
MRS COCKBURN.<br />
Tune— Clout the Caldron.<br />
Have you any laws to mend ?<br />
Or have you any grievance ?<br />
* This song, and the six <strong>songs</strong> and eight fragments which follow, are<br />
from a manuscript collection, made, during the decade <strong>of</strong> 1770-80, by a lady<br />
residing at Edinburgh. I am only permitted to mention that the compiler<br />
was an intimate friend <strong>of</strong> Mrs Catherine Cockburn, author <strong>of</strong> the later set<br />
<strong>of</strong> words to the tune <strong>of</strong> " the Flowers <strong>of</strong> the Forest," and <strong>of</strong> the burlesque<br />
en the Voung Chevalier's Declaration, which immediately follows.