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Broadside ballad entitled 'The Auld House' |
TranscriptionTHE AULD HOUSE. Copies of this popular Song can always be at the Poet's Box The auld house, the auld house, What though the rooms were wee, Oh, kind hearts were dwelling there, And barnies fu' o' glee. Still hang up on the wa': How many cherished memories Do the sweet flowers reca'? sae cantie, kind, and coruse, How mony did he welcome And leddy too sae gentle, And clipt a lock wi' her ain hand, The maves still does sweetly sing, The blue-bell sweetly blaw, But the auld house is awa.' The auld house, the auld house, Deserted though ye be, Still florishing the auld pear tree, The bairnies liked to see, When ripe they a' would be. Aye running here and there, The meery about, oh while we greet For they are a' wide scattered now : Some to the Indies gane, Not here to we'll meet again. Wi' flowers o' every hue, And the dark somber yew. How golrious it gaed doon ! To cloudless skies aboon. It told how time did pass, Now hid 'amang weeds and grass.
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Probable period of publication:
1880-1900 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(21b)
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