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Broadside ballads entitled 'The Braes o' Gleniffer' and 'Henry and Nancy, or, The Lover's Separation'


THE BRAES O'Gleniffer,


KEEN blaws the wind,
O'er the braes O'Gleniffer,
The auld castle turrets
Are cover'd wi' snaw ;
How changed f'rae the time,
When I met wi my lover
Amang the broom bushes,
By Stanley green shaw !

The wild flowers o' simmer,
Were spread a' sae bonnie,
The mavis sang sweet,
Frae the green birken tree ;
But far to the camp,
They hae march'd my dear Johnnie,
And now it is winter,
Wi' nature and me.

Then ilk thing around us,
Was blithesome and cheerie,
Then ilk thing around us,
Was bonnie and braw ;
Now naething is beard,
But the wind whistling drearie,
And naething is seen,
But the wide-spreading snaw.

The trees are a' bare,
And the birds mute and dowie,
They shake the cauld drift,
Frae their wings as they flee ;
And chirp out their plaints.
Seeming wae for my Johnnie ;
"Tis winter wi' them,
And 'tis winter wi' me

You cauld sleety cloud,
Skiffs alang the bleak mountain,
And shakes the dark firs,
On the steep rocky brae,
While down the deep glen,
Brawls the snaw-flooded fountain,
That murmur'd sae sweet,
To my laddie and me.

It's no its loud roar,
On the win'try wind swellin',
It's no the cauld blast,
Brings the tear i' my e'e ;
For, O ! gin I saw,
But rny bonnie Scots callan,
The dark days o' winter,
Were simmer to me.





Harkness, Printer, Church-Street, Preston.

As I walked out one morning in the spring time of the year,
I overheard a sailor bold, likewise a lady fair :
They sung a song together that made the vallies ring,
Whilst birds on sprays and meadows gay proclaim'd a lovely spring

Then Henry said to Nancy, I soon must sail away,
It is lovely on the water to hear the music play,
The Queen she Joes want seamen so I'll not stay on shore,
So I'll brave the wars for my country's cause cannons loudly roar.

Oh, then said pretty Nancy pray stay at home with me,
Or let me go along with you to bear your company,
I'll put on a pair of trowsers and leave my native shore,
Then let me go along with you where cannons load do roar.

It will not do said Henry, it's in vain for you to try,
They will not ship a female, youg Henry did reply :
Besides your hands are delicate, the ropes will make them sore,
'Twould be worse if you should fall where the cannons loudly roar.

Four is the bounty, and, that will do for thee,
To help thy aged parents while I am far at sea ;
Come, change your ring with me, my love,for we may meetonce more
For one above may guide your love where cannons loudly rear.

Poor Nancy fell and fainted but soon they brought her too,
They then shook hands together and took a fond adieu,
The Tower hill was crowded with mothers weeping sore,
For sons that's gone to face the foe where cannons loudly roar.

There's many a mother's darling has entered for the main,
And in the dreadful battles what numbers will be slain ;
For many a weeping mother and widow will deplore.
For those who fall by cannon balls where cannons loudly rore,


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Probable period of publication: 1860-1880   shelfmark: L.C.Fol.178.A.2(339)
Broadside ballads entitled 'The Braes o' Gleniffer' and 'Henry and Nancy, or, The Lover's Separation'
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