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Broadside entitled 'Original Songs by John Pettigrew' |
TranscriptionORIGINAL SONGS BY JOHN PETTIGREW Who is troubled with Bronchitis and unable to follow his lawful employment. AULD BAILIE SNAP. WRITTEN BY JOHN PETTIGREW. There is auld Bailie Snap he does reign in the east, CHORUS. The ither coort mornin' when daun'ering alang, Oh, for he's the reviewer, &c. Then the Bailie cam' in wi' a grand polished air, The first was a woman, baith tatter'd an' frail, Oh, for he's the reviewer, &c. The next was a labourer ca'd Patrick Muldoon, Oh, for he's the reviewer, &c. Twa callans for mischief were charged baith the same, Oh, for he's the reviewer, &c. The last was a weaver wi' lantern jaw, Oh, for he's the reviewer, &c. Sae lang may the Bailie still reign on the Bench, Oh, for he's the reviewer, &c. MY BONNIE DARK-EYED DEARIE. Words by John Pettigrew. Music by T. S. Gleadhill, Glasgow. Hangs owre the earth sae dreary, To meet my dark-eyed dearie. Keeps sooching, sad, and eerie, But what care I though cauld's the breeze When gaun to see my dearie. CHOrUS. Sae mensfu', kind, and cheery ; To lo'e my dark-eyed dearie. Nor heart that's fause an' hollow; A' ither maids micht follow. My bonnie dark-eyed dearie. Oh, for Maggie's artless, &c. ANCIENT STIRLING. Written by John Pettigrew. Sung, with Immense Success, AIR. - " The Standard on the Braes o' Mar." Let minstrels sing of sparkling wine, In verses high and skirling ; I'll sing of ancient Stirling. His faithful band he did command, And Southern foemen couldna stand The Scottish steel at Stirling. King Edward did oor thistle spurn, An' cam' to Scotland whirling, It jagg'd his thooms near Stirling. That day near ancient Stirling. When queenly simmer comes to reign, An' sends king winter birling, Sic braws she gies to Stirling. Hoo sweet upon a simmer's thorn, To walk roon' classic Stirling. Nor roon' the bush gang whirling, One modest flower that I lo'e well, Her form sae fair, her smile sae rare, Her winning ways my heart ensnare, LEAVING THEE FOR EVER. Words by John Pettigrew. Music by Albert E. Hampson, I leave thee, dear, with scorn, Nor treat thee, dear, with scorn, Would ever nurse a thorn ? Unqueuched by lake or river; I love thee, maiden, still the same, Though leaving thee for ever. Leaving thee, yes, leaving thee, When shrubs and flowerets were in bloom We lovingly would rove, A-down the scented grove; By Clutha's winding river, Of leaving thee for ever. Leaving thee, &c. Ah, no! my heart was still with thee, Thou cheeredst each cloudy hour ; Like dewdrops to the flower. Command that we should sever; False maid, adieu, for ever. Leaving thee, &c. NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC. - I am the only one of this name who has written for the Scotch or English Press, either in prose or JOHN PETTIGREW. PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR ONLY AT THE MINERVA PRINTING WORKS, 80 LONDON STREET, GLASGOW
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Probable date published:
1880- shelfmark: APS.4.82.6
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