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I'll gie thee baith a cow and ewe
When ye come to the brig o' Earn.
At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'er fash,
And herrin at the Broomielaw ;
Cheer up your heart, ray bonnie lass,
There's gear to win ye never saw.
All day, when we have wrocht eneuch.
When winter frosts and snaw begin,
Sune as the sun gaes wast the loch.
At nicht, when ye sit down to spin,
I'll screw my pipes, and play a spring :
And thus the weary nicht will end.
Till the tender kid and lamb-time bring
Our pleasant simmer back again.
Syne, when the trees are in their blume.
And gowans glent ower ilka fiel',
I'll meet my lass amang the brume.
And lead you to my summer shiel ;
Then, far frae a' their scornfu' din,
That mak the kindly hearts their sport,
W^e'll laugh and kiss, and dance and sing,
And gar the langest day seem short.*
MY TOCHER S THE JEWEL.
BURNS.
Tune — My tocher'' s the jewel.
O MEiKLE thinks my love o' my beauty,
And meikle thinks my love o' my kin ;
But little thinks my love I ken brawly
My tocher's the jewel has charms for him.
* This beautiful song made its first appearance in the Tea-Table Miscel-
1 any, where it is marked as a composition of indefinite age.
I'll gie thee baith a cow and ewe
When ye come to the brig o' Earn.
At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'er fash,
And herrin at the Broomielaw ;
Cheer up your heart, ray bonnie lass,
There's gear to win ye never saw.
All day, when we have wrocht eneuch.
When winter frosts and snaw begin,
Sune as the sun gaes wast the loch.
At nicht, when ye sit down to spin,
I'll screw my pipes, and play a spring :
And thus the weary nicht will end.
Till the tender kid and lamb-time bring
Our pleasant simmer back again.
Syne, when the trees are in their blume.
And gowans glent ower ilka fiel',
I'll meet my lass amang the brume.
And lead you to my summer shiel ;
Then, far frae a' their scornfu' din,
That mak the kindly hearts their sport,
W^e'll laugh and kiss, and dance and sing,
And gar the langest day seem short.*
MY TOCHER S THE JEWEL.
BURNS.
Tune — My tocher'' s the jewel.
O MEiKLE thinks my love o' my beauty,
And meikle thinks my love o' my kin ;
But little thinks my love I ken brawly
My tocher's the jewel has charms for him.
* This beautiful song made its first appearance in the Tea-Table Miscel-
1 any, where it is marked as a composition of indefinite age.
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). 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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