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III (LVpn lier be the 'liand;
Hut 111 part wVmfy Wife be my ~Fae)
Or I part wV my Land.
Your Tocher it Jail be apod.,
There's nanejall.hae its niaik,
The Lafs bound in her Snood,
And Crtimmie wha kens her Stake:
With an avid Bedden o' Claiths,
Was left me be my Mither,
They're ict black
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'cudle in them tJie cither, Jo
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~Ye (peak right well, Guidman,
But ye maun mend your Hand,
And think o' Mode/tip
Gin yell na guat your Land :
We are but Wruna ye ken,
And now rue're pawn the aither,
A HoTife is butt and benn,
And Cr-ammie flie'H want lier Father,
The Bairns are comina. on,
And they'll cry O Mir Mither,
We ha'e noivther Tot nor Tan,
But four bare Leas the aither, Jo ■
Your Tocher's be good enouah,
For that ye need najear,
Trva good Stilts to the Tleuph,
An ye your fell maun fteer;
Ye rail ha'e twa aood Focks,
That anes were o' the Tweel,
The tarie to had the Grots,
The ither to had the Meal ■
With an avid Rift made o" Wands,
And that fall be your Coffer t
WAiken "woody "Bandsy
And that{?nay had your Tocher, Jo .
Consider well, Guidman,
We ha'e but borrowd Gear
The Horfe that I ride on,
Is Sandy Wilfcms Mear \
The Sadie's nane o1 my ain,
And thae's are but borromd Boots,
An whan that I gae home
I maun take me to my Coots .
The Cloak is G-eordy Watts ,
That oars me look fae croufe ;
Come fill us a Coa o Swats,
We'll mak na mair tovm Rufe, Jo .
I like ye well ypui^_ Lad,
For tellvwme Jhe plain,
I married wlien little I had,
O' Gear that was my am .
Brit Jin that Things are fae,
The j3ridefhe maun come^furth,
Tlw' a tlie Gear flwll ha'e,
It'll le but Uttlc worth-
A Bargan it maun be,
Fy cry on Giles the Mither :
Content am I, quoth Jhe,
E'en jar the Hifsie come hitner.
The Bride fie (yide till her Bed,
Tlie Bridearoom he came till her,
The Fidler craj^ in at the Fit
And they cudl'd it a tjwaither, Jo .
Cmirtthh, till her. Tan Pillals chared hmufi.to ei'e the Ccurtimshg^And
^
^S
M
t^rfr^n f g' r ! TTl [T
a
1*
it
fyne'came ben "the Lafs wi Swats drawn frae the ThtttMe firfifpeerd at the Guidman, and
mm
m
^^ '-rsf~^
J fyne at Giles the Mither and ye wad gi's obit Land, We li buckle us een the
ftp ^itfAWf\}\ rr,m ,
fri^N^
E
aither, Jo
, .Mty Daughter lie fall hae,
III (LVpn lier be the 'liand;
Hut 111 part wVmfy Wife be my ~Fae)
Or I part wV my Land.
Your Tocher it Jail be apod.,
There's nanejall.hae its niaik,
The Lafs bound in her Snood,
And Crtimmie wha kens her Stake:
With an avid Bedden o' Claiths,
Was left me be my Mither,
They're ict black
Ye
h.
6 er
1VL
Flea.
jnrnj
'cudle in them tJie cither, Jo
* v—'
~Ye (peak right well, Guidman,
But ye maun mend your Hand,
And think o' Mode/tip
Gin yell na guat your Land :
We are but Wruna ye ken,
And now rue're pawn the aither,
A HoTife is butt and benn,
And Cr-ammie flie'H want lier Father,
The Bairns are comina. on,
And they'll cry O Mir Mither,
We ha'e noivther Tot nor Tan,
But four bare Leas the aither, Jo ■
Your Tocher's be good enouah,
For that ye need najear,
Trva good Stilts to the Tleuph,
An ye your fell maun fteer;
Ye rail ha'e twa aood Focks,
That anes were o' the Tweel,
The tarie to had the Grots,
The ither to had the Meal ■
With an avid Rift made o" Wands,
And that fall be your Coffer t
WAiken "woody "Bandsy
And that{?nay had your Tocher, Jo .
Consider well, Guidman,
We ha'e but borrowd Gear
The Horfe that I ride on,
Is Sandy Wilfcms Mear \
The Sadie's nane o1 my ain,
And thae's are but borromd Boots,
An whan that I gae home
I maun take me to my Coots .
The Cloak is G-eordy Watts ,
That oars me look fae croufe ;
Come fill us a Coa o Swats,
We'll mak na mair tovm Rufe, Jo .
I like ye well ypui^_ Lad,
For tellvwme Jhe plain,
I married wlien little I had,
O' Gear that was my am .
Brit Jin that Things are fae,
The j3ridefhe maun come^furth,
Tlw' a tlie Gear flwll ha'e,
It'll le but Uttlc worth-
A Bargan it maun be,
Fy cry on Giles the Mither :
Content am I, quoth Jhe,
E'en jar the Hifsie come hitner.
The Bride fie (yide till her Bed,
Tlie Bridearoom he came till her,
The Fidler craj^ in at the Fit
And they cudl'd it a tjwaither, Jo .
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Description | Scottish and English songs, military music and keyboard music of the 18th and 19th centuries. These items are from the collection of Alexander Wood Inglis of Glencorse (1854 to 1929). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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