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01 SAW YE MY FATHER.
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0 • Saw ye my father, or faw ye my mither,
Or faw" ye my true love John ?
1 faw not your father, I faw not your mither,
But I faw your true love John.
It’s now ten at night, and the liars gi’e nae light.
And the bells they ring, ding dong ;
He’s met wi’ fome delay, that cauleth him to Hay,
But he will be here e’er long.
The furly auid carl did naething but fnarl.
And Johnny’s face it grew red:
Yet, tho’ he often figh’d, he ne’er a word reply’d.
Till all were afleep in bed.
Up Johnny rofe, and to the door he goes.
And gently tided the pin:
The laffie taking tent, unto the door Ihe went/
And Ihe open’d, and let him in.
And are ye come at lalt, and do I hold ye fall.
And is my Johnny true!
I have nae time to tell, but fae lang’s I like myfell,
Sae lang lhall I like you.
Flee up, flee up, my bonny gray cock,
% And craw when it is day;
Your neck lhall be like the bonny beaten gold.
And your wings of the filver gray.
The cock prov’d falfe, and untrue he was.
For he crew an hour o’er foon
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The laflie thought it day, when Ihe fent her love away.
And it was but a blink of the moon.
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01 SAW YE MY FATHER.
i
0 • Saw ye my father, or faw ye my mither,
Or faw" ye my true love John ?
1 faw not your father, I faw not your mither,
But I faw your true love John.
It’s now ten at night, and the liars gi’e nae light.
And the bells they ring, ding dong ;
He’s met wi’ fome delay, that cauleth him to Hay,
But he will be here e’er long.
The furly auid carl did naething but fnarl.
And Johnny’s face it grew red:
Yet, tho’ he often figh’d, he ne’er a word reply’d.
Till all were afleep in bed.
Up Johnny rofe, and to the door he goes.
And gently tided the pin:
The laffie taking tent, unto the door Ihe went/
And Ihe open’d, and let him in.
And are ye come at lalt, and do I hold ye fall.
And is my Johnny true!
I have nae time to tell, but fae lang’s I like myfell,
Sae lang lhall I like you.
Flee up, flee up, my bonny gray cock,
% And craw when it is day;
Your neck lhall be like the bonny beaten gold.
And your wings of the filver gray.
The cock prov’d falfe, and untrue he was.
For he crew an hour o’er foon
;
The laflie thought it day, when Ihe fent her love away.
And it was but a blink of the moon.
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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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