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WHEN TUE KYE COME IIAME.
Woi'ds by James IIogo, the Ettrick Shepherd. Air—“ The Blaithrie o't.'
Key-note A minor.
Coalb all yo jolly shepherds that whistle through the glen,
I’ll tell ye of a secret that courtiers dinna ken:
What is the greatest bliss that the tongue o’ man can name?
’Tis to woo a bonnie lassie when the kye come hame.
When the kye come hame, when the kye come hame,
’Tween the gloamin and the mirk, when the kye come
hame.
’Tis not beneath the burgonet, rior yet beneath, the crown,
’Tis not on couch of velvet, nor yet on bed of down—
’Tis beneath the spreading birch, in the dell without a name,
Wi’ a bonnie, bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.
Then the eye shines so bright, the hale soul to beguile,
There’s love in every whisper, and joy in every smile;
O, wha would choose a crown, wi’ its perils and its fame,
And miss a bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.
See yonder pawky shepherd, that lingers on the hill,
His ewes are in the fauld, and his lambs are lying still;
Yet he downa gang to bed, for his heart is in a dame,
To meet his bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.
Awa wi’ fame and fortune—what comfort can they gie?—
And a’ the arts that prey upon man’s life and liberty!
Gie me the highest joy that the heart o’ man can frame.—
My bonnie, bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame!
——=®c=——
BONNIE MARY HAY.
IVorde by Aechtbaud Ceawfobd. Music by It. A. Smith. Key-note A
Bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo’e thee yet,
For thine eye is the slae, and thy hair is the jet,
The snaw is thy skm, and the rose is thy cheek;
O bonnie Mary Hay! I will lo’o thee yet.
Bonnie Mary Hay, will you gang wi' me,
When the sun’s in the west, to the hawthorn tree ?
To the hawthorn tree in the bonny berry den ?
And I’ll tell you, Mary, how I lo’e you then.
Bonnie Mary Hay, it’s halliday to me,
When thou art coothie, kind, and free;
There’s nae clouds in the lift, nor storms in the sky,
My bonnie Mary Hay, when thou art nigh.
Bonnie Mary Hay, thou maunna say me nay,
But come to the bow’r by the hawthorn brae,
But come to the bow’r, an’ I’ll tell you a’ what’s true,
How, Mary, I can ne’er lo’e ane but you.
WHEN TUE KYE COME IIAME.
Woi'ds by James IIogo, the Ettrick Shepherd. Air—“ The Blaithrie o't.'
Key-note A minor.
Coalb all yo jolly shepherds that whistle through the glen,
I’ll tell ye of a secret that courtiers dinna ken:
What is the greatest bliss that the tongue o’ man can name?
’Tis to woo a bonnie lassie when the kye come hame.
When the kye come hame, when the kye come hame,
’Tween the gloamin and the mirk, when the kye come
hame.
’Tis not beneath the burgonet, rior yet beneath, the crown,
’Tis not on couch of velvet, nor yet on bed of down—
’Tis beneath the spreading birch, in the dell without a name,
Wi’ a bonnie, bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.
Then the eye shines so bright, the hale soul to beguile,
There’s love in every whisper, and joy in every smile;
O, wha would choose a crown, wi’ its perils and its fame,
And miss a bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.
See yonder pawky shepherd, that lingers on the hill,
His ewes are in the fauld, and his lambs are lying still;
Yet he downa gang to bed, for his heart is in a dame,
To meet his bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame.
Awa wi’ fame and fortune—what comfort can they gie?—
And a’ the arts that prey upon man’s life and liberty!
Gie me the highest joy that the heart o’ man can frame.—
My bonnie, bonnie lassie, when the kye come hame!
——=®c=——
BONNIE MARY HAY.
IVorde by Aechtbaud Ceawfobd. Music by It. A. Smith. Key-note A
Bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo’e thee yet,
For thine eye is the slae, and thy hair is the jet,
The snaw is thy skm, and the rose is thy cheek;
O bonnie Mary Hay! I will lo’o thee yet.
Bonnie Mary Hay, will you gang wi' me,
When the sun’s in the west, to the hawthorn tree ?
To the hawthorn tree in the bonny berry den ?
And I’ll tell you, Mary, how I lo’e you then.
Bonnie Mary Hay, it’s halliday to me,
When thou art coothie, kind, and free;
There’s nae clouds in the lift, nor storms in the sky,
My bonnie Mary Hay, when thou art nigh.
Bonnie Mary Hay, thou maunna say me nay,
But come to the bow’r by the hawthorn brae,
But come to the bow’r, an’ I’ll tell you a’ what’s true,
How, Mary, I can ne’er lo’e ane but you.
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Description | Over 3,000 chapbooks published in Scotland in the 18th and 19th centuries. Subjects include courtship, humour, occupations, fairs, apparitions, war, politics, crime, executions, Jacobites, transvestites, and freemasonry. Chapbooks are small booklets of 8, 12, 16 and 24 pages, often illustrated with crude woodcuts. Produced cheaply and sold by peddlars on the streets, they formed the staple reading material of the common people, along with broadsides. |
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