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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
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LADY MARY ANN.
TUNE—'CRAGTOWN'S GROWING.'
O, Lady Mary Ann
Looks o'er the castle wa',
She saw three bonie boys
Playing at the ba';
The youngest he was
The flower amang them a';
My bonie laddie's young,
But he's growin' yet.
Looks o'er the castle wa',
She saw three bonie boys
Playing at the ba';
The youngest he was
The flower amang them a';
My bonie laddie's young,
But he's growin' yet.
O father! O father!
An' ye think it fit,
We'll send him a year
To the college yet:
We'll sew a green ribbon
Round about his hat,
And that will let them ken
He's to marry yet.
An' ye think it fit,
We'll send him a year
To the college yet:
We'll sew a green ribbon
Round about his hat,
And that will let them ken
He's to marry yet.
Lady Mary Ann
Was a flower i' the dew,
Sweet was its smell,
And bonie was its hue!
And the langer it blossom'd
The sweeter it grew;
For the lily in the bud
Will be bonier yet.
Was a flower i' the dew,
Sweet was its smell,
And bonie was its hue!
And the langer it blossom'd
The sweeter it grew;
For the lily in the bud
Will be bonier yet.
Young Charlie Cochran
Was the sprout of an aik;
Bonie and bloomin'
And straught was its make.
The sun took delight
To shine for its sake,
And it will be the brag
O' the forest yet.
Was the sprout of an aik;
Bonie and bloomin'
And straught was its make.
The sun took delight
To shine for its sake,
And it will be the brag
O' the forest yet.
The simmer is gane
When the leaves they were green,
And the days are awa
That we hae seen:
But far better days
I trust will come again,
For my bonie laddie's young,
But he's growin' yet.
When the leaves they were green,
And the days are awa
That we hae seen:
But far better days
I trust will come again,
For my bonie laddie's young,
But he's growin' yet.
SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME.
TUNE—'AY WAUKIN O.'
Simmer's a pleasant time,
Flow'rs of ev'ry colour;
The water rins o er the heugh,
And I long for my true lover.
Ay waukin O,
Waukin still and wearie:
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking on my dearie.
Flow'rs of ev'ry colour;
The water rins o er the heugh,
And I long for my true lover.
Ay waukin O,
Waukin still and wearie:
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking on my dearie.
When I sleep I dream,
When I wauk I'm eerie;
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking on my dearie.
When I wauk I'm eerie;
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking on my dearie.
Lanely night comes on,
A' the lave are sleeping;
I think on my bonie lad
And I bleer my een with greetin'.
Ay waukin O.
Waukin still and wearie;
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking on my dearie.
A' the lave are sleeping;
I think on my bonie lad
And I bleer my een with greetin'.
Ay waukin O.
Waukin still and wearie;
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking on my dearie.
SAE FAR AWA.
TUNE—'DALKEITH MAIDEN BRIDGE.',
O sad and heavy should I part,
But for her sake sae far awa;
Unknowing what my way may thwart
My native land sae far awa.
Thou that of a' things Maker art,
That form'd this Fair sae far awa,
Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er start
At this my way sae far awa.
But for her sake sae far awa;
Unknowing what my way may thwart
My native land sae far awa.
Thou that of a' things Maker art,
That form'd this Fair sae far awa,
Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er start
At this my way sae far awa.
How true is love to pure desert,
So love to her, sae far awa:
And nocht can heal my bosom's smart,
While, oh! she is sae far awa.
Nane other love, nane other dart,
I feel but her's, sae far awa;
But fairer never touch'd a heart
Than her's, the fair sae far awa.
So love to her, sae far awa:
And nocht can heal my bosom's smart,
While, oh! she is sae far awa.
Nane other love, nane other dart,
I feel but her's, sae far awa;
But fairer never touch'd a heart
Than her's, the fair sae far awa.