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Down the Burn Davie.
WHEN trees did bud, and fields were green,
And broom bloom'd fair to fee ;
When Mary was complete fifteen,
And love laugh'd in her eye j
BIyth Davie*s blinks her heart did move,
To fpeak her mind thus free,
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
And I pall follow thee.
Now Davie did each lad furpafs,
That dwelt on this burn-fide,
And Mary was the bonnieft lafs,
Juft meet to be a bride ;
Her cheeks were rofy, red and white,
Her een were bonny blue ;
Her looks were like Aurora bright,
Her lips like dropping dew.
As down the burn they took their way,
What tender tales they faid !
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And with her bofom play'd j
Till baith at length impatient grown
To be mair fully bleft,
In yonder vale they lean'd them down j
Love only faw the reft.
What pafsM, I guefs, was harmlefs play,
And naithing fure unmeet;
For, ganging hame, I heard them fay,
They lik'd a wa'k fae fweet:
And that they aften fhou'd return,
Sic pleafure to renew.
Quoth Mary, Love, I like the burn,
And ay fhall follow you.
I'll never leave thee.
ONE day I heard Mary fay,
How fhall I leave thee ?
Stay, dearefi: Adonis, ftay.
Why wilt thou grieve me ?
Alas! my fond heart will break,
If thou fhould leave me.
I'll live and die for thy fake,
Yet never leave thee.
Say, lovely Adonis, fay,
Has Mary deceiv'd thee ?
Did e'er her young heart betray
New love that has griev'd thee ?
My conftant mind ne'er fhall flray,
Thou may believe me ;
1*11 love thee, lad, night and day.
And never leave thee.
Adonis, my charming youth,
What can relieve thee ?
Can Mary thy anguifh foothe ?
This bread fhall receive thee.
My paffion can ne'er decay,
Never deceive thee:
Delight fhall drive pain away,
Pleafure revive thee.
But leave thee, leave thee, lad,
How fhall I leave thee ?
O! that thought makes me fad j
I'll never leave thee.
Where would my Adonis fly ?
Why does he grieve me ?
Alas ! my poor heart will dies
If I fhould leave thee.
Down the Burn Davie.
WHEN trees did bud, and fields were green,
And broom bloom'd fair to fee ;
When Mary was complete fifteen,
And love laugh'd in her eye j
BIyth Davie*s blinks her heart did move,
To fpeak her mind thus free,
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
And I pall follow thee.
Now Davie did each lad furpafs,
That dwelt on this burn-fide,
And Mary was the bonnieft lafs,
Juft meet to be a bride ;
Her cheeks were rofy, red and white,
Her een were bonny blue ;
Her looks were like Aurora bright,
Her lips like dropping dew.
As down the burn they took their way,
What tender tales they faid !
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And with her bofom play'd j
Till baith at length impatient grown
To be mair fully bleft,
In yonder vale they lean'd them down j
Love only faw the reft.
What pafsM, I guefs, was harmlefs play,
And naithing fure unmeet;
For, ganging hame, I heard them fay,
They lik'd a wa'k fae fweet:
And that they aften fhou'd return,
Sic pleafure to renew.
Quoth Mary, Love, I like the burn,
And ay fhall follow you.
I'll never leave thee.
ONE day I heard Mary fay,
How fhall I leave thee ?
Stay, dearefi: Adonis, ftay.
Why wilt thou grieve me ?
Alas! my fond heart will break,
If thou fhould leave me.
I'll live and die for thy fake,
Yet never leave thee.
Say, lovely Adonis, fay,
Has Mary deceiv'd thee ?
Did e'er her young heart betray
New love that has griev'd thee ?
My conftant mind ne'er fhall flray,
Thou may believe me ;
1*11 love thee, lad, night and day.
And never leave thee.
Adonis, my charming youth,
What can relieve thee ?
Can Mary thy anguifh foothe ?
This bread fhall receive thee.
My paffion can ne'er decay,
Never deceive thee:
Delight fhall drive pain away,
Pleafure revive thee.
But leave thee, leave thee, lad,
How fhall I leave thee ?
O! that thought makes me fad j
I'll never leave thee.
Where would my Adonis fly ?
Why does he grieve me ?
Alas ! my poor heart will dies
If I fhould leave thee.
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| Description | The music taken from the most genuine sets extant; the words from Allan Ramsay. |
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| Shelfmark | Glen.276(1) |
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| Description | Containing Thiry Scots songs for a voice & harpsichord / [compiled by Robert Bremner], words from Allan Ramsay, and A second set of Scots songs for a voice & harpsichord [compiled] by Robert Bremner |
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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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